I believe in human rights. I believe in equal distribution of resources. I also believe in all that is enshrined in the constitution. That’s why I clenched my fists and dug my knuckles into the edge of the table as I watched a government neglect it’s own. … More Activism for Dummies …
Ever been chased by a goat, then you ate it?
Sounds like something that would happen several dreams deep into slumber-land. Or karma. Or maybe it’s just some fever. Fever makes me hallucinate. … More Goats!
Then, I come from that part of the world where I have to mention our hens that look fleshy, not only to the boys in the hood (that’s me and my 2 bros who always have to answer a case of who slaughtered the chicken) but also to the chief’s cocks who make sure they exercise their curvy thighs by engaging them in what seems like prey-predator skills that come in handy for the x-mas chases that always ensue. Determined to strike gold in the hearts of our layers, these cocks always stream in through the fence we share with the chief, making them scamper all over the compound like stray bullets, to provide some cherished home-made entertainment for crazies like me, writer dog. I want home! … More Home’s always sweet!
The good thing about Chiromo Campus; there’re numerous trees everywhere. Okay, enough of pretending I love trees so much. I should have said wild fruits. I don’t know the name of these yellow, date-sized fruits but I know they’re sweet. In Chiromo, you’re either crazy or genius. Most times, though, you’re both. And geniuses don’t … More Wild venturing at Chiromo Campus