Oh man it’s spring in Africa. It’s hot again and the garden is full of greens and colour.

Spring brings with it Thirst among many other, dare I whisper, ‘pleasurable things’ – after the dry winter eternity of about three months of pure cloudless sunshine.

Decadence now stares me in the face every time I open the fridge and see another ice-cold bottle of white wine as if to say, “You are complaining about your life bru?”

“Brother, ‘No,’ I have converted Nothing into gratitude and not a syllable of moan shall cross my lips ever again!”

4 thoughts on “decadence

  1. Ali says:

    Greetings! Terrific article! Please do tell us when I will
    see a a different amazing article!


  2. Mr Nothing says:

    Great pleasure.


  3. Mr Nothing says:

    Thanks Kevin. Love to hear from your sister too.


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