
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.
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.
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.
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…
Being an anonymous ‘voice’ for another writer or Getting someone else to become your writing alter ego has its share of challenges and perks.
When emotions are deepAnd words scarceWhen love overflowsAnd thoughts bareWhen flowers are in bloom And glisten in morning dewsWhen the woods silently cry And their laughter fills the skiesI wish you were here with meIn Paradise When the day is warmAnd tears in my eyes, dryWhen my heat feels lightAnd I wish I could flyWhen the gently…