Mental Clarity Space

The airport attendants at São Tomé International Airport were busy serving the enthusiastic travellers. Maleek Nabil and Soraya Rafiq made their way to the airport two hours before their travel. They couldn’t hide their happiness as they were newlyweds, awaiting to explore the depths of their love in a special honeymoon treat at Kenzi Menara Palace in Morocco. The atmosphere was inviting and everybody anticipated their destinations, some with business deals to secure, tourists’ souls awaiting an adventure, others with family to meet but for the cabin crew, it was a call of duty to ensure a safe touch down at Casablanca V International Airport. Ana Osralado the captain of the day, Carlos Domingos the first officer, Arlindo Gilson the relief captain and Nilza Elisio the relief first officer all assembled for their usual routine, signing paperwork, ensuring the maintenance engineers had released the aircraft, carrying out a couple of inspections, configuring various systems, e...

“The conventional view serves to protect us from the painful job of thinking,” John Kenneth Galbraith The rain had fallen, but drained instantly through the deep sands, leaving the substrate completely devoid of moisture. This reflected Keeya’s soul as she watched the night creeping in. She watched the stars and felt as if she was observing the dunes. She thought of herself as a drop in the ocean, in the world of unknown mysteries. Not only that, but she was devoid of tears and the images of her brother deluged her mind. She was born to Naledi and Mmusi, who lived within the Tswana community. Kenosi was her elder brother and Ngaka was the last born of the family. Their family struggles were not different from those of any other African family. Patriarchal setup, misogynist subscription and powerful traditions described their family. This gave her brother’s enough reason to gravitate towards phylogeny, as she dreamt of a more liberated family of her own. Her mother was broken in all way...

Rain falls like God's own poetry, each drop a solitary letter in an aeon-long melody. Music has always drawn me in ways that I cannot fully understand. Despite the stress in my life, I can find peace when I hear the pitter-patter of raindrops falling from gloomy skies. wonderful rain. Every single drop served as a reminder of the burgeoning, incredibly life-giving love I had for my darling. Every rhythm reminded me of the lyrics he sang to me every evening as we began our adventure as a couple: "If you were my girl, I'd take you across the world, take you places you've never been before, so give me your hand. I'm giving you my word. I promise I will be loving you forever and ever." I was never afraid of the rain because, in his arms, I was home. Like the cloud forming in the sky and the soil preparing for the arrival of new life, my spirit stirred to give him a jolt of energy that was far superior to any synthetic drug. I fell in love with rain because each dr...

I sat thinking of his charming love. I yearned for his love with every new day dawn and the break of new dusk. The lover he was in my pretty simple world. I can hardly forget how he gazed at me and reminded me of his undying love for me. The long nature walks, holding hands; smooches under the moonlight… were events I upheld so tight. His messages, left me crazily driven and speeding on the highway of his love. The beautiful names were an inviting pool I dived into and drowned with no lifesaving gears. His life was my life, his business was mine, and I trusted him more than my soul. All I wanted was an empire; a king and his queen; yes a castle for two. Nothing was more beautiful than discovering the mutuality that existed between us. I still remember one evening; we walked along the coastal beaches, awed in the beauty of the blue waters. He looked into my eyes, marvelled by the gaze I barely could wait for the next move, he bent and wrote my name on the grains of sand. What more co...