But there were children who carried themselves with the confidence of people who used fabric softener consistently. Their sweaters looked newer. They had magazines and comic books. Nancy Drew and the Hardy boys as extras versus us and our Moses in Trouble and Moses and Mildred gracing our home libraries.
The Oldest Things I am Wearing
Three years later, the suit still fits beautifully. Which is both a testimony of good tailoring, fitness – kinda… and the mercy of God. So naturally, I wore it today.
The Bottle & The Boy
I still remember the image vividly. There was a slight slope from the shopping center leading back home, and these men would descend it shoulder-to-shoulder like a disciplined platoon returning from a successful mission. Spread across the road like an Avengers sequel nobody funded. Laughing loudly. Pointing unnecessarily.
Mr. Sugarcane: Part II
There is something I need to say: after that whole incident in Bulbul, I was genuinely sorrowful. Not performative sorrow. Not the kind we manufacture because we know we are supposed to “feel convicted.” No. This one was real. Because deep down, I knew the issue had never been about casual labour or boda boda […]
Mr. Sugarcane.
Construction has taught me something uncomfortable about human beings: we often trust appearances more than discernment.