It’s early in the morning and I am awake nicely tucked in my blanket. Groggily, I check my analogue phone whose only trial for a digital aspect is the time display, its 5:15 am. Continue reading
Sometimes, on rainy days I sit down, look at the grey sky, and imagine each journey made by each drop. To have the audacity to block the sun, but only for your impudence to be paid in kind with a humbling fall. Continue reading
In the heart of Premiership football, there is a battle of the reds vs. the blues in every major city. We have Liverpool vs. Everton in Liverpool, Manchester City vs. Manchester United in Manchester and Arsenal vs. Chelsea in the battle of London. Continue reading
Well with the continuous spats of bigotry and dimwitted show of hooliganism at the ever infamous Kogallo United, I wonder if this stems just from the passions flailed at the pitch or is there a surreptitious reason to this state of exceedingly maddened show of “violence in excellence”.
Thank God CNN didn’t go with the banner “Violence Erupts in Kenya Again” a good lynching by irate Kenyans on twitter made sure of that. Continue reading
What is in this colour orange it isn’t fully red and it isn’t fully yellow, it is stuck somewhere in the middle fighting hard to know its identity.
Take a look at our traffic lights you will notice that the orange light is at the middle. When confounded with it, you deduce that you almost made it to the green light or to the red light. So to me the orange colour will always be the colour of almost. Continue reading