Archives for 2019

Fat Banking and Mixed Sweets, were both secret phrases describing financial transactions.

We were children then, and may not be now.

I notice that the accuracy of those seemingly silly childish monikers and sayings, was really good.

We will again be good at adopting story-like word assemblies which convey a bucket load of meaning.

To get there, it only takes snapping one’s fingers!

“Hard-seated, heavy music and the bell-bottomed cowboys of Prastamora.”

I would buy the book at an airport kiosk if I forgot my copy of The Economist, because it’s better if the choice you make is unavailable – to switch completely.

Another example – no ice cream…then try broccoli. Get the idea?!

You are most welcome!

She woke in a moment of contemplation and soft planning.

Twists and turns had meant that no subject dominated for long.

A good thing, they wanted variety and the vast sweep of varied, unfocused chat.

During this meander, the council of concerted drummers and sus chefs was formed – a casual collection of dreaming strategists.

From epics to ants, from Continents to teaspoons. Again!

Drifting swiftly toward the slowdown.

Beyond Downtown, Uptown, Mytown and Yourtown, there is a yawning gap.

In that space are the selections of adhesive tapes, prowling saints and pretentious introverts.

A trip a day saves the way.

Some say we should all use cayenne pepper every day.

Teaching serenades in the rice terraces of Casablanca.

We had taken the wrong flight but ended up in a place so right for us.

We walked across fields that combined a paddling pool with moist mud flats and the scent of green shoots.

One day, back in Anfa, we chewed bacha-meal and toasted gruel with an old friend.

Coffee made the day and wine sealed the night.