Mr. Right

As a writer, my ears instinctively perk up like a greyhound at the slightest mention of literature. Conversations about prose and poetry and drama are mellifluous. Now try to imagine how I feel when I come across a lady who shares the same conviction.

Smells Like 2010 (Part One)

2010. WATTBA. Football finally came home. The world cup was being staged on African soil for the first time in history. It was so surreal. It didn’t matter what nation was hosting it, the time zones were so close you’d think the sporting event was being held at your next door neighbor’s place. If you […]