As per usual, I survive, standing behind
my computer as I cannot sit in my high-
back chair, impatient to turn back into
a crocodile at home, jumping into the
crocodile lagoon, change my mind’s
content – especially when
My little crocodile son starts mimicking
my visit to his granddad, Tiaan’s facial
expressions are a treat, reducing his
mum to peals of laughter as he goes
cross-eyed illustrating how dad
and I will pore over books
And how I will fall asleep as dad keeps
talking while I lose consciousness, when
I wake up, he would be talking still – this
time I shall take copious notes of the
never-ending stream of words, get
to know the ancient crocodile…
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