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Come home.

16 Oct

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Clear your mind.

15 Oct

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Go organic.

14 Oct

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Have a cuppa.

10 Oct

Get into the rhythm.

1 Oct

Akua’s fat hands were sticky from a mango on Labadi beach, but she knew her mum would stop to wash her when the last one was sold. She also knew that then her mum would walk to Burma Camp for her cleaning job, before going home. 

Akua knew everything she needed to know, and was certain about most things. 

Keep dancing.

27 Sep

Was she watching?… yes…now…my moment to shine.

Step ONE. Light, fearless, and without pain.

Step TWO. Step THREE-FOUR-FIVE. Still OK….step SIX, step SEVEN, step EIGHT-OH-SHIT-WHO-SET-FIRE-TO-MY-FEET. Step NINE-MOTHER-OF-GOD-TEN. 

I did it. She saw me do it.


Pick a a team leader.

26 Sep

“I COMMAND YOU, DO NOT MOVE”.

The Great Kevin, Emperor of of Everything and Wizard of Spells, drew himself to his considerable height. His voice was quite loud, if a little high-pitched.

The hall was silent…then someone coughed. “Your Importance, I beg your attention. We must all move. Without movement there is no change, and without change there is no progress.”

“VERY WELL THEN YOU MAY MOVE, BUT NOT TOO MUCH”.

Trust your gut.

23 Sep

On the flight home there was something bothering him. Something not quite right about the whole thing…he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Nice wedding, nice girl – fine family….just….Christ what was it?

Unlikely that Bryan would be re-deployed before Christmas, and by then the war would be over.

Dear Lord, keep him Stateside until then.

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Try a cocktail.

19 Sep

Do an honest day’s work.

10 Sep

This was it, the bare-knuckle fight of the century. After it was done, he would go home and take a bath while his mum cooked him a hot tea. Fight the good fight, Gypsy Joe.