My scribbles

The Real Revolution

Everybody seems to have forgotten, or are in denial of, what we were fighting for in the first place. Or, at any rate, what our ancestors were fighting for; whether our ancestors were African, Indonesian or, even longer ago, European (like Asterix the Gaul) or even more recently in South America and the Arctic Circle.…

Zombies

It was the PSL final. Kaizer Chiefs vs Orlando Pirates. It was crazy really because they were the only two teams left. All the others had faded from lack of support. But nobody seemed to mind. As long as they could watch Chiefs play Pirates they were happy. He had finally subdued the human race.…

Becoming Aware

As a young girl, I was somewhat puzzled because I knew that we were living in Africa, yet almost all the people I met were white. There were only two black men in my childhood sphere; one came very early every morning before the sun rose to deliver the milk and the other came twice…

SANATISING FOR SATAN

Quite possibly, the only way to everlasting life is with a totally sterile environment – the aim of satan – totally sanitised earth. We would have no trees; but then people who spend their lives glued to the plasma screen do not care much for trees. Although it’s not so much that they don’t care…

Strange Days

2012 was supposed to be a year of cataclysmic apocalypse. Or something. I came across the following notes that I made towards the end of 2011: 31 October 2011 – 6:40am. Hell of a noise on the roof, like a steady stream of water or stones being poured onto it. When we went outside to…

The Culture of Love

The original culture on earth was love. Not that conscious expectation-filled thing that it has become. It was unconscious. That is just how it was; nobody noticed it. It wasn’t ‘I love you because of your cute ass and popularity.’ It was more I love you because you and I are all part of the…