M. Savi

When poverty is a game, one where you're trapped in an endless maze of beginnings and descent into an abyss of delusion, you wonder if anything will ever change, and stop wondering when it never does...

We arrived at the low lying marshy mud bank, and I was eager with anticipation. I bent over almost immediately, stooping low to peer through the mud and grassy weeds, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be hiding beneath...

A prince, who left home and settled elsewhere. Funny how so many princes always leave home to settle elsewhere. Too much infighting maybe? Or possibly shrinking resources faced with escalating demand - something has to give, and more often than not, it has to be a mortal. Since no one can be immortal except in loving memory...

Watching Jumanji reminds me of Africa. Hoping for the best, rolling the dice every which way expecting a certain outcome, but more often than not, a Pandora's Box seems to be unleashed no matter which way the dice rolls...

There are few simple pleasures as enjoyable as watching birds flying. Like a school of fish, their inbuilt GPS systems continue to amaze and attract observation whenever they are seen in action...