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Oct 23, 2021

a race of homeless people There are two types of people in the world: there are those who have…

a race of homeless people There are two types of people in the world: there are those who have home, who have built home upon the piece of land they call their place of origin; and those who don’t, who are yet to build it. Home is not just a physical…

9 min read


Aug 5, 2021

Divine Romantic Comedy

Once upon a time, the angels in heaven were on a break from their divine duties. The angels have their break during the last extra six hours of a year, before the earth makes a full circle around the sun. The six hours fall on November 1 earth time, from…

Love

35 min read

Divine Romantic Comedy
Divine Romantic Comedy

Jul 13, 2021

We are not verbs, but nouns, on ongoing nounization.

Life is not a noun, goes a saying, it is a verb. Another goes so far as to proclaim that God, too, is not a noun, but a verb. While these statements are meant to be motivational, in the spirit of Invictus, which means unconquerable or uncontrollable in Latin, that…

Life

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We are not verbs, but nouns, on ongoing nounization.
We are not verbs, but nouns, on ongoing nounization.

Jul 6, 2021

Life, ephemeral painting, eternal portrait

Forgive the cliché ( but then can anyone ever say anything of substance, meaning in today’s world without coming off as cliché, corny, or even parochial?) —but what if this thing we call life, existence, is, in truth, painting, that we are really painters, seated before our respective canvas, in…

Life

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Life, ephemeral painting, eternal portrait
Life, ephemeral painting, eternal portrait

Jun 10, 2021

injustice knows no colour

I do not sign on with the Black Lives Matter movement although my skin is black as the moonless, starless sky. This is a decision I have made after visiting the tombs of and consulting with all my negro ancestors — the slaves abducted from their homes, shackled with heavy…

Black Lives Matter

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injustice knows no colour
injustice knows no colour

Jun 5, 2021

A message, from me, to you.

Yes, you! — It is 6:21 pm, Saturday, June 5, 2021. I sit here, on this spot, 35.6 latitude, 140.1 longitude, a Starbucks inside a mall, bent over my notebook. I come here to write. I am a wannabe creative writer. The coffee shop provides me with the right dose of distraction —…

Writing

4 min read

A message, from me, to you.
A message, from me, to you.

Jun 3, 2021

Cheeky English

the desecration of the English language — A tall, drunken teenage boy staggers into the study room and walks up to two girls engrossed in their group work. “And how are my sainted sisters doing this evening?” he slurs. The girls merely raise their eyes and give him agitated look. “D-don’t give me the martyred look na…

Language

7 min read

Cheeky English
Cheeky English

May 27, 2021

Paint the world blood for the New World Order

I was on one of my frequent excursions into the imaginary world. This time I wandered much farther than usual. The long, aimless amble brought me onto the curious, ominous sight of a group of thirteen evil spirits convening around a round table. A spirit in red mantle over the…

Dystopia

7 min read

Paint the world blood for the New World Order
Paint the world blood for the New World Order

May 25, 2021

You have authority over people when you love them unconditionally

A passage in the Gospel that I often pass upon as insignificant intrigues me: [Jesus] sent two of his disciples, saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it…

Love

5 min read

You have authority over people when you love them unconditionally
You have authority over people when you love them unconditionally

May 20, 2021

The Road Not Taken

I am disconcerted to find, kneeling over the grave of my wife of twenty-three years, a man I have never seen before. My wife has been resting for a year and four months and nineteen days now. The stranger starts to his feet at my sight. He is elder, about…

Love

4 min read

The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken
Gebriel Alazar Tesfatsion

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I envy the eloquence of silence.

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