Come with me as I take you on a journey through the eyes of fictional character Abs Williams, of Nigerian descent (Abs being short for Abiola and the surname a result of colonisation) as he prepares for his 25th Christmas.
Abe must write because, by doing so, he is able to play god and all the morons receive just retribution.
And because everybody lives up to his (high) expectations and if they do not, they dieeeeeeee.
Conclusively, this will make for a better world.
And because everybody lives up to his (high) expectations and if they do not, they dieeeeeeee.
Conclusively, this will make for a better world.
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Sunday, 2 December 2012
The Stranger and His Son
Below is a short piece I wrote last year December. It had been intended for the website I was having built at the time but that has been indefinitely postponed. Nonetheless, being that time of year, here it is for your pleasure.
The Stranger and his son
There's a man who I have seen a few times in the Starbucks I go to to write. My guess would
be that he is in his 50s or 60s. Having been here for the last two days, as well as seeing him on a number of previous occasions, I
think it's safe to say he comes in here every day. I think its somewhat a
routine for him. He comes in with his disabled son. I wouldn’t be able to tell
you what kind of disability he has but to contextualise and help you to
visualise (without hopefully coming across as ignorant) I would compare it to
that of Stephen Hawkins, who has a motor neurone disease.
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