He did not notice when it began, only that it always began the same way—with ease. With laughter that did not ask for effort, with conversations that… Read more “Of self psychoanalysis”
Author: nkururich
Godfather, wannabe procrastinating artist, food experimenter, and Geek with terrible memory.
Took a long trip down south for a short gig n Tswanaland and lo and behold here goes a butch of unforeseen memories to behold.
SARS COVID19 can take credit for the creation of this on.
The Gate, the Boy, and the Gaslighting
It began, as these things often do, not with the event itself, but with a disturbance—small, almost laughable in its origin, yet curiously persistent, like a dull… Read more “The Gate, the Boy, and the Gaslighting”
A Coward’s Realization
On courage, the absurdity of overthinking love. There comes a moment in a man’s life when, after years of mistaking movement for courage and philosophy for wisdom,… Read more “A Coward’s Realization”
The art of appearing unbothered
They bestowed upon me an award last year — Best Don’t Worry, Be Happy. Imagine that: a small, glittering token of tranquility, handed to a man who… Read more “The art of appearing unbothered”
A VISA’s weight
I wake before dawn, with Phuket on my mind. Its memory is a candle in the dark: translucent green water, soft sand under my feet, laughter drifting… Read more “A VISA’s weight”
A bunny for Easter?
This Easter weekend began like a soft hymn, sung in the quiet of dawn. We packed our bags with light hearts and heavier hopes, driving westward into… Read more “A bunny for Easter?”
Where Are You, My Twin?
I was born in a dimly lit hospital room, my first cries swallowed by the howling wind outside. There were others with me—tiny, wrinkled beings, struggling to… Read more “Where Are You, My Twin?”
The Vanishing
At first, I thought it was an accident. A forgotten reply, a moment of distraction. I told myself not to be absurd—people are busy, life is chaotic.… Read more “The Vanishing”
The Current and the Man Who Drifted
There are those who fight the current, who believe in the solemn duty of steering their own course, gripping the oars of their fate until their knuckles… Read more “The Current and the Man Who Drifted”
The Longing for Companionship: An Existential Reflection
At my “fine wine” age, I find myself navigating the intricate web of relationships and the longing for companionship, deeply rooted in my upbringing within a close-knit… Read more “The Longing for Companionship: An Existential Reflection”
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