Welcome to my new page dedicated to political satire and humour—a space where sharp wit meets catchy tunes. Here, I’ll be sharing original songs (co-written by me and Skynet, aka: a splash of our AI overlords) inspired by our very own local political superstars, blending clever commentary with a healthy dose of irreverence. Whether you’re here for a laugh, a lyrical jab, or simply curious to see politics through a more playful lens, this page offers a fresh and creative take on the characters and controversies shaping our community. Sit back, listen, and enjoy the satire—no campaign promises, just good fun.
“COME SHADOWS TALL: The Fable of Thew and Oak and the Taking of Garden Rose” [listen here]
“MAD DOG Sampson” [listen here]
“SMARMY BARBIE” [listen here]
“BEEF SUPREME” [listen here]
“WHERE DID ALL THE FIRE GO: The Ballad of Chris Brittle” [listen here]
“THE RISE OF BOBBY G: The Thumb Who Would Be King” [listen here] **New Track**
More on the way. You can always find my songs and posts on my Facebook page and my YouTube channel.
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On the Failure of Escape
At different points in my life, people who knew me well—well enough that it stayed with me—told me I was difficult to love. That being around me required patience. Energy. More than most people were willing or able to give.
On Not Disappearing
I am not good at making lifelong friends. My record is uneven, marked by distance and missed chances. Going stealth would have only deepened that pattern. More importantly, it would have meant abandoning the mercy, empathy, and action shown by the people who stood beside me. I needed their proximity—not just their support, but their…
I DIDN’T PLAN TO BECOME A TEACHER: The Students Who Made Me Stay
I didn’t become a teacher because I planned to. I became one because I stayed. Because I said yes often enough. Because students like Alex and Clare taught me that education is not merely academic—it is relational, fragile, and profoundly human.
RAISED BY PLACES UNSEEN: The Quiet Way Borneo Found Me
I arrived in Kota Kinabalu under a veil of night. The airport was modest, its walls carrying a patina of age that felt unexpectedly comforting. It didn’t strive to impress; it felt lived-in, a doorway used by generations of travellers before me.
PART 3 – NO PERMISSION NEEDED: What Was Once Shame Has Become Pride
What began as innocent play, the joy of dressing up and pretending, soon curdled into confusion and punishment. My parents’ gentle corrections hardened into anger, their voices faltering with something more akin to unrelenting impatience. My pleas — small, wordless, desperate — were dismissed as misbehaviour. How could I have explained, at four or five…
Sabrina Constance 