Head left. Mosquitoes. Head right. More mosquitoes. Duvet over my face. Choke. Pull it down. Very many Mosquitoes. Get under the sheets. Mosquito.
I ALWAYS ENSURE I do not sleep with mosquitoes in my room, less in bed. But yesterday, waliniweza nami pia nikawatenda.
Ice cream for the loudest
Being so lazy and full, I had forgotten to close my window and swarms of swarms of those little creatures had made my room their hive. And I couldn’t sleep. Yet all I wanted after a hectic day was to purr and snore. For a moment it felt like my eardrums would get sore. Continue reading “WASIJE TENA – the longest battle with mosquitoes”
kuoobie diaries is here to sketch stories out of anything…
Hello folks just wished you’d be doing great… and am so glad you stopped by. 🙂
So today, I have the honors to invite you into the kuoobie diaries.
My bad… am late; hoping you’ll understand…
I probably should have done this before my first post, but I have to admit this diary is kinder jumbled up…
Or I’d say the earlier stories were so burning I just had to let them out so you could have a peak at what is in the rest of the pages. 🙂
Felt you smiled, does it mean we’re on the same page now? 🙂 Continue reading “Aloha, kuoobie diaries”
I was visiting the city last year and did some street shooting with some photograph friends at downtown .Atlanta . 2016 via 500px http://ift.tt/22yHg9U
via #Travel #500px : Dead Angels by bng148 by bng148 #photography#IFTTT — TonyJCronin
for the fans of travelling, you’ll contend that the journey can change you.
Have you ever been in a crowded place, somewhere dingy and with a lot of people? Obviously you’ll be cramped to an extent that you’d feel your stomach and intestines squeezing flat toward your backbone.
In the games same as the van
Now, if you played hide and seek and had a ‘best hide out,’ you’d understand this kind of crowding. The kind I experienced in a matatu few months ago. Continue reading “Travel Menaces”
sometimes what makes a lady cry is a wonder… is all that crying neccessary?
“Sorry, can’t say it over the phone,” her voice a mere wisp like a reed in the wind.
She was disgusted enough already. Everything was boring – and stale as she often called such moments.
She let the phone fall among the clutter on her bed, anger and bliss so evident on her face. The mixture of feelings which in the past few hours had been a recipe for hot sad tears – and long sessions of painful sobs. Continue reading “Unlikely cries”