Teacher Jane and a book

Aquitaine – a symbol of power and domination, a mighty kingdom

Meet Valerie. She’s a tall divorced woman with long dark hair living in her dream house with glass doors overlooking the sunbathed waters of Cape Ann. She’s a painter you see, and right now she’s putting the final touches to a sunset painting. As a struggling artist, her work is finally paying off. Although, not enough to pay for the house. The balance is taken care of by Joel Converse, her ex husband.

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Mwalimu

An old movie called Dead Poets Society kept me up last night. It’s the story about an eccentric poetry teacher who takes on a group of impressionable boys. But, in a sad twist, the boy that you will grow to love puts a bullet in his head, and it really puts the kibosh on the movie. It has a nice ending though, and before the credits roll you’ll want to stand on top of a table and say, “O captain My captain!”

In some ways I think I could make for a cool writing teacher. I’d wear a brown coat with candy in my pockets and bribe the students to participate. I’d give fun lectures and show these kids everything I know about writing, and eventually, they would fall in love with the art.

It’s a noble dream. But, of course, I know nothing about writing. And that’s a tragedy.

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Wednesday

I’ve always liked Wednesday. I like the word. It’s a beautiful word to say. There’s always something I’m looking forward to on Wednesdays, and I can’t remember a point in my life where I wasn’t.

It started in primary school. Every day at 10 o’clock we were given tea, and two slices of bread that could have easily passed for a blocks of wood. Sometimes, when they were felt generous, they’d spread a smudge of jam on it. It never helped.Read More »

The last gasp

The herculean task staring down at me right now is a story about a green mango. And I’m doing my best to ignore it, which is really how I deal with things that take too much of my daylight. But the other reason why I haven’t got around to the story is because I’ve had a bad start today. The universe is playing a dirty card.
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Letters from class

You know how you come home in the evening from a long matatu ride and you need to pee? The way you head straight to the john, sometimes even with your bag still around your shoulder? The way you tower over the toilet bowl, unzip, and piss gushes out of you like a hose (hehe, hose), and then you wonder whether this is another type of orgasm?

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