I stopped on the side of the uneven dirt road. The rains had come and gone, absorbed into the parched African dust, leaving only devastation in their wake. In the human world.
Mother Nature held a different view. Green shoots peekabooed through the cracked mud, long sleeps ended by a lover’s kiss. Soon there would be fruit on the scattered trees, and backyard vegetable patches would yield their meagre feasts. But soon wasn’t today.
I turned my gaze towards home. I could already see cooking fires flaring up between the few remaining shacks. A chill spread from the bottom of my spine. I shrugged myself deeper into my threadbare jacket, hands pushed deep into the side pockets.
We’d only received electricity recently in the township, and not everyone was lucky enough to be wired into the grid yet. Cable theft was still a problem. The informal nature of the community was another. Neither problem was insurmountable. They would be resolved and overcome, in time. African time, which runs differently from Western time.
In the meantime, people did what they had to do to survive. Whatever it took.

Extract from Dancing in Valhalla. 13 twisted tales of music, magick, mayhem & murder. Some torn from newspaper headlines in sunny South Africa where, for many, these are part of everyday life.
Now available on Amazon. Also available in paperback.
Within the next few days, I’ll be switching this book to Amazon’s Kindle Select, making it available exclusively through Amazon. If anyone wants a copy from another retailer, now’s the time to grab it here.
Thanks to everyone who came out to Pagan Freedom Day, especially if you bought one of my books.
And thanks to everyone who bought a copy online at the special launch price, pushing me to No. 1 in Amazon’s new release rankings for African Literature.
I really appreciate your support. Without you, I would have no reason to write.
Cheers.