Image: www.theguardian.com The last candle had just been blown out. And Mr. Williams was walking to bed. As he steadied his bedroom door open, he heard a creaking floorboard and paused at the door, he listened intently for a few minutes, silence. His wife turning and sighing in her sleep disrupted his attention he walked
“You scare me.” Ted started. “Ok? How exactly do I scare you?” Noreen, was a bit confused, she thought he wanted this. “I can’t really explain…” “Try to, because I don’t understand what may have made you feel that way Ted.” “Like…like..what you have just done…” “What? Stroke your back as I kissed your face?”
I had an interesting conversation yesterday with my best friend and an amazing new friend, Wawira. The meeting was a business discussion that soon evolved into a conversation about life and a new concept I am learning from the book Roadmap, called Self Construction. Self construction is all about defining your life’s path your way,
It was a dull dreary day in the Lich village, but that was not going to dampen the mood of the village. The annual village festival was set to commence at noon. Everyone looked forward to grabbing some grilled snail and field mice dipped in chili sauce from Mama Lulu. She was the best; people
Chero had been trying to wake up for the last two hours. “5 more minutes” she would mutter as she slammed the snooze button on her alarm. At 10 am she eventually arose with a huge yawn and stretch. She slipped on her slippers and went straight to the bathroom to relieve her bladder of
Supe was drumming her fingers on the boardroom table. She bobbed her head to the tune she drummed to. Her nails were bitten and chipped with dirt underneath them. She had unusually long fingers that made the drumming even more fascinating. It made her gnarly fingers look like tree roots spreading across the glossy mahogany