sunset saga

  Picture: Kansas City What do you do after you’re locked out of a meeting because you’re late? Or just because you don’t belong there? You go sit in the next space available and rethink about your life, otherwise you can give in to your frustration, go back to your bed and apologize for leaving it frowzy.   You walk to the lift lobby and it’s showery outside – back to the dining area you serve a cup of tea to warm away your blue morning. In one of the most chaotic WhatsApp groups I am in, there is heated discussion concerning women and the damage they can do you. It’s a WhatsApp group with about three hundred members, with a lady being only one – Joyce. How Joyce keeps up with the men there should be studied on a later date. The information that Joyce has about men can be harmful- she participates in all the shenanigans that men talk about. In a group where there are high end professionals you’re sure that time for shenanigans is well distinct from time for serious talks. An image

There were thin and bleak sounds, noises that were either real or imaginary. A sound of a wild bird in distress from a far, an owl maybe or a cardinal, accompanied by what sounded like uneasy movement and groaning noises from within. Those unnerving noises that make you believe hell is real and the damned has flung the gates open. He was in the police cell, the cell had huge shelves and guys were sleeping on the floor like they always do. You might have met this somewhere; you might have heard of it from the walls of your sitting room or the streets. It is a tale of this guy Boniface Kimanyano Ayoti, an epic face of crime, larger than life. A guy whose weakness was crime. Anything criminal triggered something in him. Something that not only made him content but also put him in a zone where nothing else could. Even though it can’t tell it all, Bonnie’s face is a tale of crime. Before you hear a word from him you know he’s not been an average human being. He has a swelling just above