Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Ouma’s room felt calm with soft light… she looked worse and better then I imagined – making no sense at all I am. She is nothing like the woman she use to be, but when I lay down beside her, she took my face in her hands and I felt like heaven had just touched me. It was the most incredible soft, lingering, tender, loving feeling of adoration that came from her. Sweeping movement of her soft hand on my hair… such comfort I have not felt. She is the one dying and yet … Continue reading “And In That Moment I Swear We Were Infinite”
The summers were sweltering. Walking towards a braai fire to greet you, I remember the extra warmth of the fire clearly. I remember your smile and the true happiness as we said hello. You had clearly already started the Merry part of Christmas. I expected nothing less. You always were more of a bottle than a glass kind of guy. The Vaal river was running strong behind the trees and it soothed our souls. I hear the laughter coming from the kitchen. Hands clapping. My face exploding in a smile as I enter the house and I know I had … Continue reading The River
Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
You were my first love as a little girl. Waiting for you to come home from the Airforce.
A R5 tucked into my hand when nobody looked. The first man to buy me perfume. A comfort after my father died.
Dear Tim, I’ve told you before.? The thing with death is,? I have no new pictures of you.? So I had to improvise a little. As I have been preparing for my Grahamstown festival trip next month,? I could not help but think of you.? Do you remember? You were in school uniform. Matric blazer. I was sitting on the steps of the church on the square in Grahamstown. I went to a private school so no uniform.? I remember I was wearing a very stretched out purple jersey and brown leather shoes I had bought at the festival. (Remains… Continue reading 42 you said?
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, You were walking along soaking up your own details, getting by and then life events comes and kicks you up the ass… and suffocates your heart. Some of it pours out your eyes. Sean: Do you have a soul mate? Will: Define that. Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you. Will: Sure, I got plenty. Sean: Well, name them. Will: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O’Conner… Sean: Well that’s great. They’re all dead. Will: Not to me, they’re not. Sean: You can’t have a lot of dialogue with them. Will: Not without a heater and some serious smelling salts. – … Continue reading Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘your table is ready.’ @RobinWilliams #RobinWilliams