A Painting in Tranquil

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”

A Printing Situation

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 One Wedding Picture On My Phone

This is the only wedding picture I have on my phone. I was looking at it today and wondering why I like it, why I kept it. At first I thought it’s because I saw a yearning in the woman’s eyes, like she really enjoys the man and; from a deep, true place, she wants to be with him. Then I realized that it’s more because she looks stately. She looks like a woman who can take care of herself, yet she chooses to be with him. I want to be chosen, desired. Not sometching that is sought for because in a fundamental way, it is thought to be needed. Something that has to be had anyway.

One reason people fear the feminist movement Continue reading “The One Wedding Picture On My Phone”

Getting Directions (Midweek Short)

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?”

“No”

“Or you can use the untarred road. Do you know the untarred road?”

“No”

“Okay, just enter the tarred road on your right sha”

“Okay”

“Be going straight you will see the place on your left.”

 

 

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Painting Denrele

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”