sunset saga

  The first time I saw this image, it didn’t look as interesting. I was wandering around when it showed up on my path. Nothing really, just a random picture or rather one of those paintings you see every day. The second time I came across it, I was back in the village. I went for a detox - the city can show you bad things.   I never read it again because I was going to see my granny. I forgot about it until recently. I was with my little brother Nobel. People say in our family we have funny names, yes Nobel is one of them. He’s a little different from the rest of us. He grew up a modern life. There are games he didn’t play that we did. He’s mostly watching nickelodeon and playing games but his level of creativity and scepticism is somewhat above his age. He wants to know everything. He writes me sweet love letters, he writes his dad letters when he wants things and his words of mouth don’t play effective. He writes everyone in the family letters. He draws so fine, the other day he

  When I step into that gate - the golden gates of heaven, I'll ask Moses or Abraham whoever I'll see first, to take me to the Lord. I'll humble myself when I finally see His Highness. I'll bow my head down in submission. I won't shake his hand because maybe He's just light or a cloud as I've always believed. Fear would be smeared all over my face but I would gather courage and ask God why he gave me two left feet, just lightly. I know He won’t smack me on the face. When growing up someone taught you that God is not to be questioned. That you don’t confront God because everything he does is perfect. Well, for me I do. For many reasons I do. The long tension of the election process finally ceased. The dust slowly settling from a far and the frontrunners are having a lifetime moment. The blue litmus paper steadily turning yellow. We are here nonchalantly calm, at a corner licking our wounds under the strewn broken tables and chairs. For a fifth time, well that