recolonisation and reconciliation“Where’s the pageantry and pomp?” I thought, as I patiently waited outside an unassuming council building on a surprisingly nippy June…Jul 2, 2023Jul 2, 2023
On the Hunt for betterThe intense self-reflection, which if I’m completely honest with myself, has at times been more akin to a personal inquisition, has…Mar 20, 2023Mar 20, 2023
Waiting for TonightWhat a difference a year makes. From a rather limp and timid performance down under, and only narrowly avoiding a soul and career…Dec 31, 2022Dec 31, 2022
reflections: the aftermathNanima’s death will be an inflection point for all of us. For the granddaughter returning from school to an empty home. For the doting son…Dec 10, 2022Dec 10, 2022
Somewhere over the rainbowI find eulogies rather beautiful. Odes to loved ones. Written testaments detailing the impact they’ve had on our lives. Transcripts of…Dec 4, 2022Dec 4, 2022
Hot Girl SummerIt’s that time of year again. Party conference season, what every political junkie looks forward to. As the seasons change, days shorten…Sep 25, 2022Sep 25, 2022
A sigh of the times“Hate’s a strong word,” my grandma kept on reminding me throughout my childhood in an attempt to pacify my juvenile strops about friends…Jul 10, 2022Jul 10, 2022
Mistletoe MusingsI’m no libertarian — well, at least, that’s what I keep telling myself, to reassure the snowflake inside of me. At the same time, I also…Dec 27, 2020Dec 27, 2020
Gorbachev, Come Dine with MeThere I was, in the middle of St Paul’s Cathedral, part of my company’s welcome party, responsible for chaperoning investors and the like…May 2, 2020May 2, 2020
Bye-bye BernieThis year’s presidential race is as exhausting as ever (the cruel irony is, in earnest, it hasn’t even begun), yet I still, perversely…Apr 11, 20201Apr 11, 20201