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About Des

Being on the wrong side of 60, I've recently become more conscious than ever that I'm closer to the end than the beginning. I don't mean this in a macabre way. Our presence here, as far as I can discern, is transient, ephemeral - as fleeting like a passing cloud. It occurs to me too that we each have a unique take on our time on the planet and it would be a shame not to put it down for posterity. When I try to think about what my grand parents, leave alone my great-grand parents, did, what their aspirations, fears, joys, loves etc were, I have no answer. It's a blank. Call it vain-glory, if you like, but driven by this thought I feel I should put something down on paper so that should my grand children ever ask, "I wonder what Grandpa did in the olden days of the 20th and 21st centuries?" some record of it exists. Memoir seems the way to do it.


Steve tip-toed barefoot into my shop; he was bleary eyed and disheveled.  Clearly, he had just tumbled out of bed. ‘Hi mate… any milk?’ I pointed to the chiller at the back of the shop. The young man walked delicately … Continue reading

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The Enigma of Arrival

After the novelty of flying in a Boeing 747 had worn off and Stevie Wonder’s looped singing of ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ on the piped music channel, I was rapidly losing the will to live. An infant two seats away yelled … Continue reading

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The Hands Of God

I had done rather well in my junior secondary exams and had won admission into a prestigious Catholic school – arguably the most prestigious school in this small country. My older brother had already been there and spoke of it … Continue reading

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India can be exasperating but it is never boring. It rarely fails to challenge one’s preconceptions . The monsoons are not the most comfortable time to travel there. Delhi in August can be stiflingly hot and humid. A sucker for … Continue reading

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It was a glorious equatorial African evening, just before dusk, that beautiful red and orange sky just prior to the sun setting, minutes before it becomes pitch black at a stroke. I was running along main street (I say ‘main … Continue reading

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