Creative nonfiction essays

Marching Towards Nelson

When I was running away from the army in Swaziland I came across Nelson Mandela's book, No Easy Walk to Freedom. It was a time when I had difficulty with any literature except pornography and Doris Lessing. All the devils of the military were on my tail and it was hard to concentrate. But I […]

Groping Marlon Brando’s Face: A Long-Overdue Confession

I can't recall exactly what triggered the incident, but it started like this: I was sitting on a sofa in a dimly lit room...gazing down at the face of a sleeping Marlon Brando...unable to resist the urge to do the unthinkable. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clear—none of what happened that night was

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