My first time flying experience

I definitely did not use a lorry to transit from Brussels to Copenhagen. No, I used the moving footpaths. Wait, did I say I used the moving footpaths to Copenhagen? So why the lorry? you ask. Lorries were also means of my transportation in my growing up. Actually anything that moved faster than we could, […]

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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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