Split Mind Gorilla Archives . . .
The words of one with a split mind – in decision-making, in action and in my sight of the world. A world where there is black, white and the rest of the colours in between. A rainbow has been born from the stormy mind, a haven has been found in the arts.
The Gorilla – sits quietly, humming as it eats, trapped yet living in Nairobi City, waiting to return to the forest.
Fly like a butterfly,
sting like a bee . . .
. . . hum like a gorilla,
think like an octopus.
Recently, on Posta . . .
“I write to a dear friend of mine. A childhood friend. They are far from me but I think about them often. I keep them up to date with life, my life and your lives.”
