Late this evening, my friend (Stalone) and I decided not to take a boda boda from Statehouse Road to Tao, and instead, we walked. We had managed to convince ourselves
Dark pregnant clouds hung lowly as the once calm breezes turn into frenzied winds. I watch as carelessly littered papers swirl in the twisting dust devils, high and higher up
I can write, but I can’t write. I can type, but I cannot write. I am unable to construct a correct English sentence. Listen, I struggle to organize my thoughts and flow
