A Few Words of Inspiration — “You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.” Albert Camus A comfort to my mind and soul you impart in me, Albert, the magnitude of love and the glory of kindness in a wearisome world. Your observations from…

Living through the pain of the Jim Crow laws — Not having grown up in the United States and completely overwhelmed by the inhumaneness of inherent and systemic racism, I’ve begun reading up on the history of racial discrimination in the U.S. At this moment in time, we have the medial “in your face” examples of institutionalised racism and its…

Foreboding II — 22 February 2022, 03.30 GMT What I feared and doubted would happen has happened. Putin has ordered his troops into two breakaway pro-Russian regions in the East of Ukraine. His expansion plans are being rolled out under the guise of a peace and protection mission. A time for reckoning and…

Foreboding I — The whiff of chimney smoke hangs low powerless to bear the pressure and penetrate the atmosphere Black smoke spreads across the roofs forming a loopholed blanket The smell of soot is everywhere Grey clouds gather menacingly low Heavy and tempestuous, they displace the white billowing and light pink-like floss Overhead, dripping drops of…

How Sweet Your Soul — Mariupol, the City of Mary, how sweet your name, how melodiously over my lips it peals. A beautiful sound to be sung as an ode to a time long before the apocalyptic toll. I want to discover your soul, Mariupol, and delete from my mind, at least for a while, your…

Today Is Thursday, Isn’t It? — Or is it Friday? Panic cuts through me, as I wonder “Am I losing my mind?” Timeless, my brain sieves sand to the tick of the clock. The test was on Saturday, an hour of shock fixed between two red lines. If this means positive, I’m not having any of…

A Wreath of Black Calla Lilies* for The Jingoist — How can I exchange my distress and bitterness for flowers of compassion and blossoms of love and comfort for those mourning the loss of a child? I will dwell on their faces, those children whose lives were lost. NO taken! Correction! And look them in their eyes.