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“Woofy”…
It was my second day in the cold, sunny Johannesburg. I was staying in a big old estate turned into a guesthouse, with alot of zebras, horses, birds and different breeds of dogs wondering around . A nice place to rest and be with nature. I saw her sitting on the stairs, staring at the birds. Beautifully white, shiny sad eyes, with an unforgettable personality. She was totally unlike other dogs. I took her as a Canadian Husky in the first place. I said to the owner of the lodge, “What a nice dog you have, so beautifully white” And she smiled, ” Its not a dog, its a wolf,…
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Neroli Lady….
تجھے صبح بازار میں ،بوڑھے عطار یوسف کی دکان پر ،میں نے دیکھا This morning in the bazaar when I saw you At old Yusuf the perfumer’s shop تو تیری نگا ھوں میں وہ تابناکی تھی …….. In your glance was that shine (Excerpts from N.M.Rashid’s Hasan the pot Maker) I am sitting now in this Lebanese restaurant called ‘Epidor’ in the oysterbay area of Dar es salam, and for no reason I am thinking of this Neroli lady i happen to meet in my trip to U.S. It was my last day in America before flying back to Africa, where my hosting brother took me to this old Pike-place…
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Hopes , fears, love , guns ….. Choices.
“I dont know how it happened that I the admirer of logic and rational thinking became obsessed with the world of feelings and hopes and love and beauty” I said to Ertyass. She smiled and said ” And you still worry about taking this decision? ” We were sitting in a beach bar in a nice big costa rican’s resort enjoying tacos with Guacamole dips and black bean souce with Zacapa. It was my first trip in the Caribbeans and i was already feeling at home in the lovely world where Marquez’s butterflies were flying, Neruda’s cherry blossom was happening and every created thing looks like Octavio’s fountains of water……
