Focal Point

The wells ran dry. High in the sky, the sun raged on, signifying the passage of day with its angry glare that just got angrier as the day swelled. Over the towering Eucalyptus, the hawks glided, patiently waiting for a lapse in which to poach a meal from an unsuspecting predator. There was nothing assuring about the bleak sight beneath those bulked and stalwart trunks.  There were fallen trees, some wider than three boa constrictors standing fully stretched in a circle, tail to tail. Some were freshly fallen, a half chopped fig here, a de-branched pine over there, with some rotting away in a choke of fungi, their length and girth sprayed with whitish powdery moss and some brownish mushroom with white stems, making the usually brown or rosy trunks take a completely different hue. Beside them were their stumps, jagged in accordance to how well the chainsaw ripped through. A groggy squirrel jumped timidly onto one of those stumps, sniffed about before sinking into a nearby drained scrub

Dear Sofapaka, Receive greetings from me from the discomfort of my anguish. It is my heartfelt wish that you are all doing fine, even though it is evident that you aren't. But that's besides the point. I am here to pour out my sentiments on the rapid deteroriation of your being and whether there is anything to be done to stop you from careering into the singeing abyss you are plunging into without any brakes. This is a sentimental letter so forgive me if I'm spot on on the emotions but way off the mark in facts, though to be honest, I believe I have most facts spot on as well. Anyway to back to my sentiments- In the year 2009, being a novice in this field called football, I found myself looking for a place to call home (basically a team to support). I must admit that trying to find acquaintance in this circle of football fandom is a difficult affair owing to football's outrageous popularity. Sure you attach yourself to whatever team is winning at the moment, but after

Religion is a noble practice that, unfortunately, has the capacity to reduce the most intelligent of us into a walking mess of retrogression. For every wonderful religious folk, there are a few extremists who smear this aristocratic front with the unholy muds it seeks to make redundant. This they do by either being too uptight, holier-than-thou, snobbish and condescending or by deliberately misquoting scriptures to further a selfish agenda. Then, there is a special case that use religion for self development, which in itself is not a bad thing, until you realise it is 'at all cost', the flocks I am preaching to be damned, humanity be damned. Nothing done that laughs in the face of humanity bears fruits that aren't bitter or painful. Religion is one of the pillars of hope for humanity and thus must be treated with the reverence it deserves. My religious background taught me to respect religion and that rings true even now, though I m a skeptic. People's belief and faith

Part 2 The magnitude of this dream I know not, maybe just you and the devil might know, but I look not to ask the devil for favours before I exhaust all my options with You, oh God. Hitherto, my entire existence has been structured, systematic and possibly even a lie. So no more shall I look to buy time, for I have wasted enough hours to let some more pass me by. So on this day, and every other day henceforth, let me be able to nullify this mental block that tries to nest in this mind. Doesn't this filth obstacle not know the bore it lay on a fragile heart fuelled by pure passion and purpose? I wish to be able to twist its slimy throat between my mortal fingers. I was built for this, and no hinderance can stall nor hold hostage anymore this ball of resilience, for this body is a host of eminent legacy. I won't stop the chase so as to appease my lazy alter ego, for I have wasted enough time being a slouch to give up this new-found, relieving purpose and focus. Lord, don't l

Scene: (yet to decide) [Robert and Lina step into the living room. Elvis is crouched infront of the stereo system. He is fiddling with the knobs as if trying to fix something. Lina crumples back into her previous couch as Robert, painting in hand, drags gracefully to the sofa he had been sitting in.] ROBERT : (sounding concerned as he speaks to Lina) My dear, will you not go and have yourself some food? LINA : (wincing slightly as she closes her eyes and reclines in her couch) Oh dad its okay. I'm full. ( she opens a single eye and looks at the shiny yellow bulbs hanging from the chandelier) I just have enjoyed something quite heavy. ELVIS : (turning a cheeky smile to his sister) Weh! Don't tell me the date fell through. LINA : (sitting up suddenly) Jesus, shut up ! ROBERT : (looking lost) What date? ELVIS :  Oh come on Lina, everyone knows it. I knew it even before you knew it. (He ducks to avoid the pillow Lina hurls at him. He picks it up and laughs on) That does

...    So should she? The thought rankled on, heeding to exactly none of her pretensious efforts at distractions. Beyond the walls of her room, someone groaned and mumbled intelligible nonsense. Anna sneered. After drinking himself silly, Bosco had slumped into the sofa and was probably just waking up, wondering in what dimensions exactly the non-existent blanket had fallen into and whether the bed had indeed been that small when he slept on it. She turned and looked at the dress spread on the bed. She reached for the hem and felt the skirt between her index finger and thumb. Wouldn't it be nice if she could be happy for once? It didn't matter how, or with whom, but wouldn't it- wouldn't it be nice to have fun? To live life and laugh out loud? Marouane hadn't bothered  returning her calls. Mad- sure, but the lack of even a sliver of concern hurt her most, the fact that he had refused to cut her some slack. Was it hard to understand that she had a sick brother? Did