A fortnight ago, I submitted a literary critique to the hallowed pages of the Mail Guardian which I kicked off with an explanation of how difficult it was for me to handle the subject matter involved.
Well, Gentle Reader, I present myself to you here today to let you know that this review was even more difficult.
Some background before I explain myself. I got married in 2011 and became a father for the first time in March 2013. I was blessed with a second child in June 2016. Becoming a father to two rambunctious sons is, without question, the single best thing that has happened in my life.
But parenthood is not without its challenges. In my more sardonic moments, I have to remind myself to refer to my boys as my bundles of joy instead of the more truthful and accurate my endless sources of worry and expense.
I love my sons very much and have often joked with my colleagues that, if terrorists took them hostage and demanded that I kill everyone at my place of work as a condition of their release, those mofos that I work with would be dead meat. I would send a text warning them not to come into the office that day to the people I really like, though.