(This is a re-post, in light of today's military takeover in Zimbabwe) Today's GPS, which even calculates the space-time difference between the ground and the satellite giving it information, is sadly not so good at knowing what changes have taken place on the roads it guides you through during the day. And so it was … Continue reading An unscheduled visit to Robert Mugabe’s presidential house
I never really liked school, and they weren't the best days of my life. So there, I've said it. I was an occasional bunker, but not so's you'd notice. On our school bus, which went to the school which gave me another chance after I'd been expelled from my previous school, there were a bunch … Continue reading THE DAY THE WHOLE BUS BUNKED
My parents are good country folk, my Mom was an English and Art teacher, and my Dad was a printer, and in his earlier days, a prizefighter and then legit boxer. They had already had their share of their wayward young son's waywardness. Now they had to deal with his expulsion from school. My worst … Continue reading SO WHEN MY FOLKS FOUND OUT
Hm. Things finally overflowed between me and my Head Master towards the end of my fourth year in high school. By this time, I had built up a long history of subordination, rebelliousness, tomfoolery, and even actual disobedience, which was reflected in up to six red stripes across my ass daily. These stripes were … Continue reading EXPELLED
The prep master that evening, when I had bunked to do the grocery shopping and political science 101, was our PT (Physical Training) and Geography master. We were not on cordial terms, either. So when he called my name at prep that evening, he asked me to stand up. This prevented any of my friends … Continue reading BUT THE NEXT DAY…
First days of anything are usually memorable, and so it was with my first day of high school, and of boarding school. All of eleven years of age (yes, I was younger than all my classmates) I was feeling sad to be away from my parents, and awed by the old buildings and new … Continue reading FIRST DAY
I saw them on postcards, and on the travel channel, in my wishes, and sometimes in a James Bond film. I never really thought I’d see the real blue blues of the tropical seas as they laze near beaches and shallows and islands and deeper channels. And then I found myself climbing on this skiboat … Continue reading Where there are a million blues before breakfast
Stories..or Chapters..? It’s long been a dilemma of mine. Whilst I’ve written lots of long form (mostly movies), I often find myself with a bunch of stories huddled around my imagination, waiting for me to write the next one in the family. Problem with that is , this is what the publishers will say ‘ … Continue reading Short Story…or Chapter…?
(The below is part f a chapter from my soon to be released sci-fi novel ' Adventures of Alien Vets.' I hope you will enjoy it.) After a night empty of sleep, pondering the existence of love, and even though it was my day off, I got a chance to go off-planet for two weeks. … Continue reading I was lucky
This varies from writer to writer. But there does seem to be a rule of thumb – 1,000 words a day. If you look through the literature, that number pops up with regularity, for writers across the centuries. That’s about four typed pages in double spacing, or two and a half pages handwritten, for those … Continue reading How many words a day?
It might be a partner, a colleague, a stranger, a long lost friend, or even an enemy. And it’s because we do more than see. There’s a hint of perfume, or tobacco, or alcohol. There’s a pitch or tone to the voice that is stressed, excited, perhaps distant, or inviting. Their posture is hurried, pensive, … Continue reading We can tell a lot about each other in one glance
Being an uninvited guest in someone’s home is always awkward. My day started beautifully. First light over the confluence of the Shashe and Limpopo rivers is beautiful, at any time of year. It’s also the best time to walk. I was camping alone in the Shashe Wilderness, Tuli Circle area, where Zimbabwe and Botswana meet. … Continue reading When you lean on a Black Mamba’s house