Another manic monday that has flown faster than a purpose-driven mosquitoe on a lights-off night.
It,s 18h39 and the tro-tro engine has burst to life, taking the order-of-four-seated commuters to "bush road! nungua side" destination. Ofcourse some of us will stop closer.
Have to say that it seems rather incongruous listening to Natasha Bedingfield's "These Words are My Own", and have a few commuters whistling to the lively tune behind me.
Go on, call me a snob.
While ur doing that, spare a thought for those languishing in hospitals out of family negligence, or those who have broken up on Valentine's day.
Those seem to be the small things, but they really are not...in the bigger scheme of things.
Good health is a virtue, and having someone to call your partner or lover are two of the age-old and time-tested formulations that remind us of our humanity. and make it simultaneously meaningful.
Can't wait for CSI tomorrow morning--even if it might make me soporific the subsequent couple of hours!!
It sure is great to be alive, and have and make choices.
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