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‘Do you feel it yet?’ Zabib looked up and blinked furiously before looking Toffic dead in the eye and firmly shaking is head, pursing his lips in disappointment . ‘I don’t get it man, I googled it and someone on the internet said 40 to 50 minu-.’ ‘- how long’s it been? Fifteen?’ ‘No, ‘Bib it’s been two hours.’ They both sighed, and looked back … Continue reading .trip

Always Bold. Forever Broken: on emptiness and solitude

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? ? Today marks exactly a year since I returned to Zambia from studying in the UK. One year on and this is still me. Staring at the emptiness before me, in the town that saw many goodbyes and tears and uncertainties and suitcases and £8 return tickets. I have developed a relationship with emptiness. It started with wanting to drown… Continue reading Always Bold. Forever Broken: on emptiness and solitude

.business, meet pleasure.

“Hello, my name is Business,” said the young lady. “And I’m Pleasure.” “We’re here to buy the bar?” she continued. “Yeah?” the scruffy bartender scoffed. You look like tramps to be honest. With who’s money?” “Your mum’s,” Pleasure retorted cooly and unaffected. “Are you twins?” “Fratenal” they quipped together. “Did your parents give you those names? Cause its sounds like your parents were ratchet as … Continue reading .business, meet pleasure.