Yesterday I saw a crisp black Mercedes G50 wagon parked right outside one of the pricey restaurants in town. All its windows were rolled down and in it, a dark old man was seated at the driver’s seat talking to someone on his phone. He was boisterous, this man. He was loud too, and if […]
Author: King
King is a mad writer on the loose. He is suspected to have lost his mind a few years after he was born. Since then, he has been writing his mind almost everywhere he can put his pen on. Someone – a government, a state, a police force, a parent, a teacher, a rabbi, a president, a sacco, a doctor, a deranged ex, a church, a therapist, or anyone with a bit of power bestowed upon them – should reprimand him and help him.
Ruined Dates
I honestly have nothing solid to write about this week. I wanted to write a small story on my first time voting and call it “My First Time Voting” but I thought against it. It sounds like those compositions we wrote after school holidays in primary school, and this is a blog, not a composition […]
Will She Ever Call?
I arrive the Supreme Court at 7am. I am in a suit I have only worn once before, with my dad’s thick tie. Please get your mind out of the gutter; this is not a story about an arraignment in court. I am the first to arrive in their IT department. The walls magnificently stand […]
How A Man Cries
It was all new to me when I started blogging. It was a small universe that existed independently and silently without disturbing the rest of the world. They called it the Blogosphere. Its few inhabitants were mostly young artistic people who saw the world in a different way, for what it really was. As a […]
Dear Future Wife
You are probably in bed, 2am with the lights off, reading this post with the illuminating screen shining on your pretty face. You are in a long t-shirt, those promotional ones you got from a Tuzo visit back in primary when they sponsored a spelling competition that you came in 2nd. You cried that night […]