A letter from the plains of Africa Burn…

It’s Saturday night and I am sitting in front of my screen, actively avoiding the temptation to get “Social”. (like, like, wow, like). I’ve been chatting to a girl on WhatsApp, but fear those embers are going to need some serious fanning before her monosyllabic answers blaze into something you could call a conversation. As…

When storm clouds gather on your mental horizon…

Some time ago, I went to lay on someone’s couch and told them about my stuff. I paid for this service and much like a car that needs its oil to be changed, my mind was quite lacking in oil at that time. Had you been able to hear my thoughts, they may have sounded…