Fiiiinally here’s the much talked about post! I had planned to share something else today, but then I went back to read from my archives and once more, this piece pulled me into loving it. So here goes:
How can God be insignificant, how can His words be insignificant, when we, inexplicably, are persistently drawn to worship something? Why are people, even those who are separated by distance and culture, all drawn to worship something? Continue reading “From the Unknown Regions”
The dilemma is, people want to be real and good at the same time. But they find that the ‘real’ they want to be has innate self-destructive qualities. We find that we have habits and desires that harm, rather than help those around us. Can one be real and still good?
Home is like this doctor sitting in front of me wearing a loose, plain blue shirt. Home is like the fan rotating lazily above me. In here the silence takes on a certain denseness, once you cross the door from the waiting area into his office. It’s a small room, green walls closing in on you. Continue reading “A Painting in Tranquil”
Today I wore this soft, nice, long-sleeved shirt – all my clothes were soft – the shirt, the trousers, the shoes and then I went out. As I stepped out, the first thing I thought was “such nice weather today, what a beautiful day”. I thought I’d be going straight to the schools but when I remembered that I have to first go print out my resume, I was a bit taken aback and prepared my mind for a longish trek. “Still beautiful weather though” I submitted as I marched uphill with determination and fuzzy feeling prospects. Continue reading “A Printing Situation”
The Maize have raised a council against my brother Josh, and I think the UN stands with them. Why? Because he threatens the extinction of an entire species by his insatiable demand for cereal!
I asked a lady for directions to an event centre
Woman: Okay do you know power line?
Me: No ma. Ok is it that place with many electricity poles?
“Yes. So when you get to power line, enter the tarred road on your right. Do you know the tarred road?”
“Or you can use the untarred road. Do you know the untarred road?”
“Okay, just enter the tarred road on your right sha”
“Be going straight you will see the place on your left.”
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Denrele is always pitched at the left corner whenever I come into the class to teach. His stare is vague. It is not questioning or expectant like those from the other students. His eyes suggest hope, but it is one tempered by experience. He doesn’t have to sit apart from the other students for one to notice that he is older than all of them, but he does. His large frame and brush-like stubble already say so.
There is a carriage that blatantly betrays a determined spirit. Continue reading “Painting Denrele”