The ghost of Zina, a collection of sixty poems, was carefully selected from a one thousand piece plus collection.

Birthed in the years 1995-1997, what started out as a chronicling of traumatic experiences eventually becomes for the poet, the starting point of an exciting foray into the world of the arts.

Zina, the poet’s “queen” and bedrock, in a sudden and inexplicable series of twists and turns transforms into a strange personality. Unable to fathom the cause of this happening, the poet resorts to all manner of persuasion and appeal to win her back.

Alas, and only too sadly, Zina gets married to another. Tragically bringing to an end, a soul-twiningly beautiful four-year relationship. Release from pain and devastation is afforded the poet on occasion when he is able to reach for his pen and to scribble away his pain dispassionately on pieces of parchment and scroll; to which he can return in the early morn in a bid to amuse and as well… watch himself!

These writings eventually culminate in a startling discovery. He realises that he is usually not alone when he writes…

Shortly afterwards, although having undergone many a severe experience, another set of voices start to speak to him. Hence the work, “The Sage” is born.

This, the poet maintains, is strictly a gift from above!

This work, “The Sage”, would not have been born without this and many other shattering experiences. Experiences of which were much needed by the poet and which had been “mercifully granted” as a necessary preparation for being permitted to pen down the dictates of the voices…

Thus what started out as a nightmare gradually becomes the poets dawn…

The poet wishes to state emphatically, however, that Zina will always be his queen; a veritable source of inspiration, a true friend and companion. And that he was just as ignorant and culpable as she was in many respects. And had he then the needed expansion and maturity to handle the experiences as they came, events may have turned out otherwise.

Today, he is much indebted to her; and has her alone to thank for the privilege and joys of having experienced love in her person.

And if she chose one day to reply with perhaps, “The Phantom Of Chayoda”, he would read it with equal amusement…