Face me

I am not so strong to ask you to face me, no. Face me was my means of transport when i was growing up. I am sure you would like to know why it was called face me. There were pick ups we used between Chuka and Kathwana( my local towns). Every end of the month I […]

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First Time Flying

We did not even sleep, I mean it was the real last day in my flaty Suburb before flying off. Am not sure it was excitement, anxiety maybe. I even repacked my luggage. I had a beautiful big suitcase my brother had gifted me, thank you Tony. Well what i did not know is that the suitcase was […]

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