Milking it.

Tanvir Naomi Bush Poetry, Visual Impairment 3 Comments

You know when you listen to your recorded voice..if you hear yourself on an answer phone or on an old cassette…and it sounds daft or just odd? Well, I feel the same way when I catch sight of my reflection […]

Friday after the funeral

Tanvir Naomi Bush Poetry, Writing Leave a Comment

Teelo’s funeral was in Lusaka yesterday. They played reggae and handed out roses. In Zambian tradition it was an open coffin and everyone who saw said he looked peaceful. In fact Mrs. T, known for her acerbic and bitter take […]

Car crash takes my friend away

Tanvir Naomi Bush Poetry, Writing 2 Comments

I was going to write about the golden light of autumn this weekend, about a friend’s new baby and about some quite funny stuff that happened last week…but a man was killed on Saturday night and his death changed everything. […]