We sat inside a circular house of one room, the walls composed of a type of mud brick and the roof thatched from dark green foliage weaved together into an intricate pattern. A fire lay in the middle of the room, where food upon skewers was cooking, the vapours of which floated up through an … Continue reading The Eternal Fate of Captain Edward Fiott
“As soon as I get enough money for a ship back to England I’ll plant my feet in her earth and never take to sea again. As soon as I get the money,” he said and turned around to order another round of scotch. I refused this offer. He complied, moving my glass to his … Continue reading The Whispered Fate of Captain Edward Fiott
In writing this, I guarantee explanation of how I came to Oyo and how I left. I cannot guarantee explanation for the events that took place once I arrived. My reason for travelling down the western coast of Africa is not one of conquest or the plundering of natural resources. I have nothing against those … Continue reading The Living Fate of Captain Edward Fiott
Second to none, the guilt of not sleeping keeps one awake.
1 Herr Mathias Gröning, I regret to inform you that your wife passed away during childbirth at approximately 19:06 today, the 11th of July, due to complications that arose from a caesarean section. Despite your wife's death the procedure was a success, you are the father of a baby boy weighing 9½ lb. He has the same … Continue reading Four Letters from the Life Lived by Oskar Gröning
I talk to you, my last friend, because you do not attempt solution nor contribute to the illusion of solution. I talk to you because you listen and because you occasionally blink, unlike God who I cannot see blink and, therefore, who I cannot know listens.
As the greek once said, beauty is but short-lived tyranny, so let us welcome our liberator: All glory and gratitude to you, Menopause.
