BANK HALL.

I hurriedly walk into the banking hall, panting, cussing. I had wasted the last ten minutes getting convinced by the guard at the ATM that my account was still intact. See, I had just visited the ATM next to the bank to withdraw some two thousand shillings, the last two thousand shillings, from my account. … Continue reading BANK HALL.

HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF VERY MUCH.

SELF LOVE. They have always defined you by how you look, And if they get a little bit decent, by how you reason.   And they have created tsunamis of stories, Not to praise you, Not to honor you, But to put you in such a spot that makes it hard to tread on.   … Continue reading HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF VERY MUCH.