Take a Step to Trust: Him

I cough. Turn left, turn right, take a deep breath – am awake in bed. My right eye can observe the rays that have painted orange my bed. The left eye is in darkness, deeply tuck symmetrical beneath my pillow. As it has been the norm, I have to debate with my conscience; ‘Will I … Continue reading Take a Step to Trust: Him

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Counsel of the Old; Sons Think

“Behold, the sky, sons…” On a sisal mat, the now dying, old man, spits words. He narrates a Tale. Our mugs, full of ‘Erongori’, a brown content, meet with our lips often. Our eyes, at the moment, glued at the sky. “…can you see anything?” He pauses, to allow us think. We all respond in … Continue reading Counsel of the Old; Sons Think