There’s this stigma that revolves around authors, poets, artists and musicians that includes suicide and depression.  Now, I’m not quite sure how statistics for this looks lately, but I can honestly say that although I tried my very best not to fall into the stereotypical “suffer for one’s art” saying, unfortunately it seems this is a more common problem amongst creative minds than I thought.  Surely I’m not going to cut my wrists and be all melodramatic about it, but …

As a writer, there really is no place like home.  However, home for a writer is his or her desk, where all the writing happens.  It’s where you have your favourite cup of coffee placed on its usual spot beside your laptop or PC, which of course is a particular brand too, seeing as writers get a little anal over their writing material.  It’s the place where you are surrounded by the things that gives you the most inspiration, be …

I’m a maniac A neurotic, psychotic, passionate fool. Trapped within an asylum created in my mind, My escapes come when I least expect them. Observations will confirm my insanity, My mind is a war zone where darkness reigns supreme. The diagnosis is terrible… Schizophrenic, bipolar, manic-depressive, or something along those lines. Medication won’t help, Just put me out of my misery already. Death is more tolerable than sitting… waiting… watching Death is more tolerable than reality.

There’s an old African fable that has been told through centuries to help people come to terms with differences within themselves as well as teach about nature.  Children are often the ones that asks silly, yet intriguing questions about the origins of animals, the world and people.  So the story I’m sharing you is one that I have never seen written up somewhere before, but it is an African fable that has spread throughout the nation through word of mouth. …