: About Me

I'm a foreigner in a strange land, far away from my home amid the bush and my warm summer days. I write to ward off the old ways and to liberate that which has been dormant for way too long. My first book is about to be published and my second waits timidly in the wings for the critics to bare their teeth and for my own creativity to emerge. These are strange times.

I guess that I am embarking on yet another journey and I'm trying to be curious this time. I try to be vulnerable and open, but sometimes the hardness returns uninvited.

The first rays
Of the morning sun
Are eternal proof
That nightmares end

My passion is ...

making a difference

I know too much about ...

mistakes

My parents always told me ...

I was lazy

My childhood ambition ...

to become an adult

My favorite memory ...

becoming a father

Why I write ...

simple expression

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

everything

My first job ...

nursing

My best moment ...

yet to come

My inspiration ...

my guiding spirit

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Death of a parent

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"I wish you would have waited, I wish that I could have sailed you away, With my flotilla of love surrounding you, On your peaceful journey that day." The eulogy was short and swift. I trembled within and stuttered on the last syllable. I stole a cursory glance at the listening throng, as I quickly exited the stage and caught a quick nod from the nearest of the audience. As I retook my seat, the first of my tears wove its weary path unhindered to the corner of my mouth. As I removed the intruder with a flick of my tongue, the salinity struck me with irony. This bitter sweet occasion was ma...

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