I killed my father “Xolani run” those were the last words I heard from my father. Azizi was his name. He was a small man. His dreams...

What do you do for others? why do you do it ? Does it make you happy? I'm frequently perplexed as to where happiness originates from....

Is home a warm body you can touch Is home a place you can't see, Someone you can't be? Is home you? Is home me? What is happening to me...