Lucas’s Story
Angie, come close to the prison walls, come see what you are doing to me…She is walking towards me. I see her clearly now.
Lucas’s Story
Angie, come close to the prison walls, come see what you are doing to me…She is walking towards me. I see her clearly now.
ARARAT
The evening was like a monochrome painting but not sufficiently dark enough to hide the maliciously churning skies and dangerously swaying trees. The silhouette of a Church appeared in the distance. Odzun. And somewhere beyond its dome was the outline of a mountain. Hell was brewing outside. Lightning flashed incessantly and rains would follow
Arusha: A city of extremes
A short late evening walk brought me to the garage-by-day and a chicken-spot-by-night eatery called Khan’s BBQ. This eatery is the sign of a culinary shift in Arusha’s dining scene.
Footprints in the heart
Fifty countries ago, when I was a novice traveller, I always ‘missed’ a place I travelled to. That feeling lingered for weeks or months before the next destination came up. Then I missed that place too. The roads, the food, the people, the airports, the landscapes… everything became one big ball of memories I wanted…
Demystifying ghostwriting
Being an anonymous ‘voice’ for another writer or Getting someone else to become your writing alter ego has its share of challenges and perks.
