Author Archives: colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.

Colonialist Died in 2019


It brings home how fleeting and transitory blogging relationships are that only two people seem to have noticed. Anyway, a Lazarus act was effected today, as may be seen. The reasons for the sudden departure are many and complex, and … Continue reading

Posted in Africa | 13 Comments

A Striking Day with Hit Tunes


My Christmas Day main gift with the one it replaces. Constructed on 26th. The old one’s adjustments packed in years ago. The new one is thrillingly adaptable!  As Rhiannon discovered, by pulling out the adjustment lever it becomes a rocker. … Continue reading

Posted in Africa, Humorous rhyme, Personal Journal, Really Awful Rhyme | 9 Comments

Christmas 2019 Worth Thousands of Words


© December 2019 Colonialis

Posted in Africa, Personal Journal | Tagged , | 4 Comments

The Impossible Gift


Merry Christmas Everyone! (Sorry, I don’t DO Happy Holidays.) A story written previously that I thought was worthy of a repeat for this Christmas. It has now mysteriously vanished from the original blog, Facebook, and Word, perhaps due to the … Continue reading

Posted in Africa, Children's Fiction, Flash Fiction | 18 Comments

Shelved and a Totally Week-ed Week to Leave One Weak


Let us hope that this time, I am able to post this. What a week! On Monday, I was preparing to stay in bed and assemble shelves there when a call came from a friend down the road who wanted … Continue reading

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Woe and Whoah!


 Typical of today, I did a whole long post wailing about its mishaps, but when I tried to add a picture it simply went away never to be seen again in draft or any other form.  I give up. Colonialist.

Posted in Africa | 12 Comments

Colourful and Breezy


On the day of departure of the kids and their mother, Jeneva started singing this song to me. She had learnt it in choir. I was amazed. Her diction was flawless, she had no chopped-off notes which kids are inclined … Continue reading

Posted in Africa, Grandchildren | Tagged , , , | 7 Comments