They Don’t Really Care About Us.

Garissa. I’d always planned on doing a post about this, figuring I’d wait for the dust to settle, victims laid to rest, fear subsiding and grief taking on a more reflective perspective.  But as with all the tragedies that occur up in the north, in that region we consider not Kenya (not Nairobi), Garissa faded […]

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38 (and a half).

Yup, my lack of mojo was so great I let my birthday pass with no fanfare.  I also let the four year anniversary of the blog slide on by, but given that I wasn’t blogging that seemed only right, no?  We shall all nod sagely and get back to the birthday storo.  I didn’t do […]

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I’m (not) with stupid.

The thing with blogging, it’s all about habit.  You get used to rambling incoherently, all day any day, often with no greater purpose than to get that ka-kick of satisfaction when you see your words on a page, and maybe a ka -like or nice comment below it.  It’s part addiction, part compulsive behaviour.  And then […]

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Love at first…shag?

I’m not often at a loss for words. I am often gobsmacked by unexpected brilliance, but that’s the whole point of brilliance, to smack you across the face and make you sit up and take notice. That’s not what I’m talking about. I mean I am rarely struck dumb. Come now, I have too much […]

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Knocking on Heaven’s Door.

I don’t handle grief well. I’m not sure anyone does, but I am particularly bad at it. I alternate between wallowing in sadness for a few minutes, then I forget all about it for days, blocking it out completely. It’s not conscious, I think, I suspect it’s how I process loss, putting it off until […]

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Day 6: syn·co·pa·tion

Ooh, I miss that syncopation, I guess I’ll never really understand… Folks, these musicians have been lying to me all my (not so) innocent life. When I first heard this song, ‘Syncopation’, I thought the word meant in sync, as in, together. It’s a bloody love song, for crying out loud, what else could the […]

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Day 3: On the bus…

This was definitely not one of my more intelligent plans. Who the hell does 7 posts in 7 days? ‘Do we not have jobs to go to?’ she asked herself last night, as she shrugged off the fast waning urge to blog. Then I woke up this morning ashamed, ‘Surely,’ I implored myself, ‘surely you […]

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