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A Dog's Life                               Written by DAF                                                             Two dogs, one black, one white, and both loyal to the 'hand-that-feeds-them' are sitting on a bank of a paddie field as they have done every day in the hot sun, half dozing but alert to the sounds of their owners bent over planting rice and talking, some to themselves in 'that' complaining tone which the dogs are used to hearing and some praying, in the hope their karma is being paid-off. One of the workers slowly straightens himsel...

THREE WISE GUYS [A play I wrote for stage some years back to be acted out by Three Wise Guys.] Written By DAF 'Look, I don't care what you say, but he doesn't know his ass from his elbow'. 'If you say so, but I think he is smarter than he is letting himself on to be'. 'We can talk like this all day and say what we like but it's not going to change anything'. 'So, what we do now'. 'I'm thinking, give me time on it ... but we have to find him'. 'Take all the time you need, in the meantime are you going to eat that sandwich, that is, not to let it go to waste, that is .... if you don't mind like, that is .... please'. 'I'm sick of this playing God game, the God with the big 'G' game, where is He now in all of this mess'? 'I can't answer that, He doesn't tell me what His plans are'. 'That's it, make a joke of it all, a wise guy, that's all we need around here now, another wis...

THE NATIVE and THE MISSIONARY [I wrote this short story sometime in January 2010] Written by DAF A young fourteen-year-old native boy is sitting outside the longhouse cross-legged on the bamboo ruai [ verandah ] with his grandfather. The afternoon sun after the rains was rising in temperature and the dogs were lazing nearby waiting to see if the old man was going hunting, a way of life that had not changed much with the old man but for the grandson, it was a different matter altogether. The missionaries had come and young minds are curious to hear new and far away stories of lands especially when they are promised a better 'afterlife' if the life they live now is kept to the rules of a book that was written in more years past then there are trees around the village. The grandfather decided not to hunt that day because he could see that the boy was not his talkative self and had something on his mind, besides, yesterday's hunt brought a lot of meat into the vi...

                                                    FIFTEEN MINUTES                                                          Written by DAF H e was expecting more traffic for this time of the day but it was relatively quiet. If he was to tell anybody about it they would find it hard to believe him. There was always a traffic jam at this time of the day in this part of the city, so he thought luck was with him. They drove in silence, his mother, a hard woman at the b...