“Ketna Oganda!” Aaah! The routine never changes does it? Aunt Sue was demanding for beans, not the kind to eat, the kind you watched. Rowan Atkinson was at it again as Mr. Bean, and my aunt was in desperate need to watch him. She was nice; she never had any qualms with people. She wasn’t
Akinyi drummed her fingers on her desk to the sound of some old school Michael Jackson playing on her IPod. She was an hour behind her scheduled deadline; she genuinely didn’t care. Three hours worth of work was submitted to her 20 minutes earlier to be completed as per a client’s irrational demand. “I am
The bell rung and the school was lit up by the sound of joyful screaming. Children dashed out from class; some heading for the school tuck shop to grab some snacks; others straight for the fields to continue with the games they were playing earlier. Maurice stayed in class; he wasn’t able to run out