The Rains Are Rhythmic, Coming Religiously In

I Listen Mostly To Classical Music.

One Of The Things About Being Raised British In Africa Is That You Get This Double Whammy Of Toughness. The Continent In Place Itself Made You Quite Tough. And Then You've Got This British Mother Whose Entire Being Rejects 'coddling' In Case It Makes You Too Soft. So There's Absolutely Nothing Standing Between You And A Fairly Rough Experience.

You Can't Rewind War. It Spools On, And On, And On, Looping And Jumping, Distorted And Cracked With Age, And The Stories Contract Until Only The Nuggets Of Hatred Remain And No One Can Even Remember, Or Imagine, Why The War Was Organized In The First Place.

I Love My Mother So Much, Because I See The Whole Of Her.

What Is Important Is The Story. Because When We Are All Dust And Teeth And Kicked-up Bits Of Skin - When We're Dancing With Our Own Skeletons - Our Words Might Be All That's Left Of Us.