Phill Ibsen

I remember wanting to write more than I ever wanted to breathe. And in so doing I became possessed by voices that rested on my shoulders shouting at my ears to tell their tales. At first I thought they were angels sailing me to the wonderland at night, neither were they demons, but in time… Read more

The hue and cry for the new millennium has left me cold and totally unmoved. As is always the case with the Africans, I am forced to ask if it really is our millennium. Taking into account that most rural Africans would not even know a new year has come let alone a new millennium,… Read more

Denise hadn’t stopped crying. Samantha hadn’t stopped yelping for help. The doctor and the two nurses had called for security. Heeding them to lock the exit. Other patients stared mumbly; asking questions that even myself I had no answers to, “what is he gonna do!” There I was, walking straight out of the hospital with… Read more

So, ahem! He’s now dating my ex. In the wee hours of the night while playing FIFA my phone vibrates. It’s a text from my ex. “Hey Phill, you awake?” “Yes, I am awake.. what’s up?” “Imagine I’m laying on bed naked… ” “And….?” “And my boyfriend is snoring beside me…. Can you believe that?”… Read more

So, ahem! He’s now dating my ex. In the wee hours of the night while playing FIFA my phone vibrates. It’s a text from my ex. “Hey Phill, you awake?” “Yes, I am awake.. what’s up?” “Imagine I’m laying on bed naked… ” “And….?” “And my boyfriend is snoring beside me…. Can you believe that?”… Read more