Betty pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, she couldn’t stop the sniffling and coughing at the same time. She was running out of breath and finally gasped and chocked out her laughter with one hand holding on to her aching stomach. She hadn’t felt this alive in so
Mary laughed so hard, she began to cry, her tummy ached with every heave of laughter, she clasped it with both hands as tears of joy streamed down her eyes. “You are killing me, Annie, stop!” she managed to muster in between laughs and tears. Annie continued to tell the story which left the rest
Mwende sat in the sandpit staring at the wind as it blew the trees from side to side when the wind got strong, she would scoop some sand in her little bucket and toss it over her head enjoying the whip of the sand. It tickled her; she giggled ecstatically. The nanny, Susan, was seated
Whizz! The first bike sped by. Some people turned, but not with much concern. When a second and a third sped by, conversations on the street stalled and finger pointing began. Everyone was trying to gauge what this was all about. A little boy holding his father’s hand began to jump up and down pointing
“How was your Christmas and New Year’s break?” Kanini asked her friend Abdi Fatah. “It was great! I just got back from Mogadishu.” He said with a huge grin. “Mogadishu?” Kanini was baffled, “…and it was great?” she thought to herself. Kanini couldn’t believe Abdi saw anything worth celebrating or being happy about in Mogadishu..