Homecoming

My trip to Malawi, was based off my plan to go back to Umhlanga, where I grew up. I had grown tired that of having birthdays in the cold miserable weather of the UK. My childhood birthdays (4-13) had the minimum of one of the following: an ice-cream cake, a pool party or some form… Continue reading Homecoming

Next time we speak, I want to hear about your DREAMS!

When you find yourself a Richard Osho, hold on to them as tight as you can, because there is no greater feeling when you find someone who loves you for nothing other than yourself. Here's some context. Rich and I were catching up over the phone and then Rich decided that he wanted to give… Continue reading Next time we speak, I want to hear about your DREAMS!

The Last Sun

A short story that I wrote at work last week during my lunch The sun crept over the horizon. The sea glistening. The water just a sparkling golden sheen, The waves roll in and crash into the rocks, as though they are completing an act of violent vengeance. The sound only disturbed by the chirping… Continue reading The Last Sun

My Love of Rugby

The rugby world cup is on and apart from the glorious memes that have been brought by the chaos of the French team, the typhoon and the of course the various online communities that I am participate in have all reminded me why I love this game. Now I always claim that cricket is my… Continue reading My Love of Rugby

Grasping Air

I’ve always been a dreamerYou would describe me as ridiculousAnd I would scoff at your tone as preposterousAll the fun and games, nothing wrong with our demeanour The world is your oysterThat is what I was toldMore a tale for the oldAs far as I can tell, there’s not even a pot to stir I… Continue reading Grasping Air

Ten Years

Ten whole years. Okay maybe not ten whole years, but on the 06/09/09 I moved to the United Kingdom, to head to boarding school. To live a dream inspired by Harry Potter, but more so Spud (a legendary book). Back from 15 years of living abroad in the Commonwealth. It’s the day I moved to… Continue reading Ten Years

Expectations

The sky is not just overcast, it's grey. The dreary atmosphere extracting everyone's soul. Each fibre holding it to you is torn. One by one. Slowly it stretches and strains, until snap! And it begins again, and again and again Lucky for me, where my soul should be; there is just despair. A hole where… Continue reading Expectations