“The eye should learn to listen before it looks.” ― Robert Frank
Le.. Sigh!
I just completed this pile of work that i had been procrastinating for oooh, say, 3 ... 4 weeks.
Okay, more like doing it in manageable pieces. lol :)
I feel like a huge monkey is off my back.. aaand, like its CHRISTMAS :)) *My most favored time of year*
So i put on my Christmas Jazz playlist, my chilled bottle of water...
And my favorite Writing blog of ALL time...BIKO ZULU !!
OMGoodness! He is a soul-writer..
Words pop out just like pictures!! He takes you on a journey... a literary journey of some sort. Awwwh.. AMAZIIING!
I Love his word play. He can put two "BIG" words together, and make it sound like Doh - Reh- Mih.
He talks about his travels and encounters, his wife and 5 year old daughter, amazing short stories - mostly fiction. GRRRREAT fiction i must add :)) a MUST read for lovers of written word.
I am entertained! My Christmas Playlist is AMAZING! *yay me!*After five years, she finally packed her stuff. Not that she has much. A few dresses. Half a dozen tights. Tops. Socks. Jackets. Knickers. Vests. Shoes. They all fitted in her small holdall. She seemed excited at the prospect of leaving, maybe because she saw this as freedom, as independence. She would finally be the lady she has always wanted to be, the lady she couldn’t be. She would finally do as she damn pleased. I wasn’t around when she left, but when I came back I knew she was gone because the house sighed heavily with her absence. And it was deathly still.-----And her going away has made me realise that although raising a girl is pure joy, it’s also a series of intermittent heartbreaks waiting to happen. Makes me wonder how men give out their daughter’s hand in marriage. I wonder what you have to deal with when you walk her down the isle, and the suited wolf is standing there with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for her. I think I will be filled with irreconcilable sorrow and a bit of jealousy. It’s quickly occurring to me that we are raising our daughters for other men. Men who don’t deserve them. Men we know won’t take care of her like we would like him to.
A man who never saw her when all she had was 200 bob.
- see more on http://www.bikozulu.co.ke
I never get enough of the season to be jolly.
Reading the latest article by Biko just makes me wish i didn't visit his blog too often, that i have read all his writing in one sitting :(( well, Until the next publishing,. Le Sigh!
After
five years, she finally packed her stuff. Not that she has much. A few
dresses. Half a dozen tights. Tops. Socks. Jackets. Knickers. Vests.
Shoes. They all fitted in her small holdall. She seemed excited at the
prospect of leaving, maybe because she saw this as freedom, as
independence. She would finally be the lady she has always wanted to be,
the lady she couldn’t be. She would finally do as she damn pleased. I
wasn’t around when she left, but when I came back I knew she was gone
because the house sighed heavily with her absence. And it was deathly
still. - See more at:
http://bikozulu.co.ke/teeth-for-sale/#sthash.SwYpWgQ4.dpuf
After
five years, she finally packed her stuff. Not that she has much. A few
dresses. Half a dozen tights. Tops. Socks. Jackets. Knickers. Vests.
Shoes. They all fitted in her small holdall. She seemed excited at the
prospect of leaving, maybe because she saw this as freedom, as
independence. She would finally be the lady she has always wanted to be,
the lady she couldn’t be. She would finally do as she damn pleased. I
wasn’t around when she left, but when I came back I knew she was gone
because the house sighed heavily with her absence. And it was deathly
still. - See more at:
http://bikozulu.co.ke/teeth-for-sale/#sthash.SwYpWgQ4.dpuf
After
five years, she finally packed her stuff. Not that she has much. A few
dresses. Half a dozen tights. Tops. Socks. Jackets. Knickers. Vests.
Shoes. They all fitted in her small holdall. She seemed excited at the
prospect of leaving, maybe because she saw this as freedom, as
independence. She would finally be the lady she has always wanted to be,
the lady she couldn’t be. She would finally do as she damn pleased. I
wasn’t around when she left, but when I came back I knew she was gone
because the house sighed heavily with her absence. And it was deathly
still. - See more at:
http://bikozulu.co.ke/teeth-for-sale/#sthash.SwYpWgQ4.dpuf
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