Ghost Of A Love Affair


” Love me but do not own me: Celebrate but don’t possess me” I see her smiling as she said it;  the last words I heard spoken by her face to face. Off on an adventure, never to return, crushed by a lorry in some freak accident, and silenced for my eternity. A girl who made being fearless possible in my life: who faced down any challenge but intimacy.

I dared to love her but not to use the word.  To thank the stars this girl, who lived for wilderness and open ended questions,  had used me as her anchor and her reference point: “Conclusions” she told me, “Are only for the elderly,”   and yet she would always return to me: we all have contradictions and perhaps I was hers. She would live in any moment, in any life, as long as she was free to leave it:  now she had , and I was left to live without her interest.


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The Difference Between Men And Women…Very, Very, True!


couplegfLet’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening…

when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And then, there is silence in the car.To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation…

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How Not To Cross A Road

School had just ended that day. The students were eager to get back home for various reasons. Some were quite hungry and were thinking about what delicious meal would be awaiting them at home. Others were just glad school was over and were looking forward to playing game consoles with their friends.

A boy who was not so smartly dressed as he was earlier that day belonged to the latter group. He wore a white shirt that was now dirty and a blue Short.

The boy was walking with his best friend and they were talking about the FIFA 14 game they were gonna play when they meet up later in the day. The boy parted with his friend and he then continued walking to his home which was a few blocks away.

When the boy got to a street where he needed to Cross to the other side of the road, he looked to his right but in his eagerness to get home early so as to finish his chores early and so that he’ll have more time to play games, he forgot to look at his left.

The boy didn’t quite hear the horn of the jeep on time. The driver of the jeep stepped on the break but it was too late.


Good News?

Ngozi had a gloomy look on her face. She held a piece of paper in her hand. Although she was an illiterate and couldn’t read, she knew exactly what the paper contained. The doctor had explained it to her. She should be happy about the news but she felt the exact opposite.

Ngozi was married to Emeka, who was a driver at a cement factory. His meagre salary wasn’t quite enough for the family. They had Eight children and they were all living in a single room. All the children where all asleep now.

Emeka came into the house around 11pm and after an exchange of greeting with his wife, Ngozi, he went to the bathroom, which was shared with the other tenants to take his birth.

When he came back to the room, he sat down to do justice to the large plate of eba and egusi soup that his wife placed before him.

Ngozi waited patiently until he was halfway through before speaking. She’d decided that she wasn’t going to beat about the bush.

“I am pregnant”, She blurted.

Emeka didn’t reply, he just stared at her. He didn’t even realise that the big morsel of eba he was about to put in his mouth had fallen from his grasp.


Guest Blog: Random Stuff I’ve Learned by Reading Too Many Novels – Professional Mourners

Interesting Literature

By Debra Beilke

Toloki is the main character in South African writer Zakes Mda’s first novel, Ways of Dying. Toloki comes from a small village, but lives in Johannesburg. He goes to a lot of funerals. This is not because he knows so many people who have died, but because he is a Professional Mourner. He is hired by friends or family members of the deceased to mourn ostentatiously at their loved one’s funeral.

Mda writes, ‘Normally when he is invited to mourn by the owners of a corpse, he sits very conspicuously on the mound that will ultimately fill the grave. . . . and shares his sorrow with the world. The appreciative family of the deceased pays him any amount it can. One day he would like to have a fixed rate of fees for different levels of mourning, as in other professions. Doctors have different fees for…

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I just wish he’d Die

“I just wish he’d die. Then my life would become much fun”, she mumbled to herself.

She was staring at her husband who was eating the breakfast she’d prepared for him that morning. He was quite bossy and gets angry at the slightest provocation. But, funny enough, he’d never beaten her whenever he was in one of his moods.

She was about to head to the kitchen when her husband started coughing violently. Her heart missed a bit. She rushed to his side and gave him some water to drink and after a while the coughing stopped.

She breathed a sigh of relief and realised she still loved him.