Monday, June 30, 2008


I saw the sun set the other day. My vantage point - the step of a toilet, looking over a barbed wire fence. The filigreed patterns of naked branches, black against a bruised sky. Lonely fan palms reached up, solitary, abandoned, like this here blog. apologies to all the friends who have developed a taste for Afrocentric. As soon as the search party returns with the time I have requested, I shall return. Hope that my pen has not run out of ink by then.

Until then....