Thursday, January 31, 2013. I was tired, hungry and sweating profusely. The three hours I had cycled from Chamama to Kasungu Boma had drained every ounce of energy I had in my body. My throat was literally dry; my breathing was rapid and laboured. I fumbled into my pocket and gave it to him. The new Managing Director was to blame for all this. For seven years, I had .

Make it Happen Write Away! Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Life is a box of chocolates. These past few weeks were such beautiful ones with my family. Each day is something new. Spending time with your kids. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Brand new lilac buds! I talked about those days.

The noisy heads are getting majestic in their vocal cords, with insults, recycled manifesto, counterfeit hopes as well as empty talk furnished with so much cosmetic truths. Swarms of a great chunk of the society throng to hear such heads doing their political rock and roll via public rallies, functions as well as chameleon projects that are hatched each time.

Pleasures are to be experienced without any pressure nor guilt. Friday, August 8, 2014. I do not want to write about holding hands. Nor do I want to write about how my heart. Melts when you touch my face. I do not wish to write about how my heart flips in joy. When you say the words I love you. I would like to write about the consummation of the love. I would like to write about how my inhibitions drop. I would like to describe the feelings that overthrow my good brains.