Sunday, June 7, 2009. Am I in Suva? My goodness. for a moment I thought this was China town in San Jose, California. Yeah right, wailei I remember that taxi driver that just went past. Raica kua mada na va jiko qori, ni da va jiko qo. Got to our favourite fish and chips spot, got our chow, qai stroll back to the station. Where did all these tight eyes ladies from Asia come from, they appeared out of nowhere an.

Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. Sunday, April 3, 2011. What to make of this river, that never. Has grasped her by the neck and stopped. What, in mind, she sought? My days are spent now in bruised imaginations. And darkness that sings the advent. Of an improbable dawn, heaping uncertainties;. Touches that amuse the torment. Timeless, broken and beautiful.