A Salutation to Oliver Mtukudzi

A great circle of the celestial sphere cut through the heart of our country. The pained wails of a grief-stricken people echoed throughout the nation. A hooded skeleton gripping a scythe hovered over us. Its cold breath a pervasive aroma of death. The allusive detriment of deprivation Dancing to the blues emanating from the strumming... Continue Reading →

The Cold Clutch Of Death

Sunday morning, 12 February 2012 tasted like old moldy cheese laced with fungi that wreaked havoc in my stomach. Horrid. The onset of grief began at 8 am with 16 missed calls from my little sister. I woke up in sleep reverie but mostly gripped by the aftermath of consuming copious amounts of colorless volatile... Continue Reading →

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