Listening to complainers sucks.

To weather a storm
You must not think of what it has taken from you
Until it has passed

Light Blinds

Way I see it Death is a pale rider on a white horse, that’s why in weddings they make you wear white.

Beware the beast, his speed and his claws but most
of all beware his dripping honey jaws.

Do the dead feel safe?

LORD, take hatred out of my heart whenever am angered!

Sidestepping fate is next to impossible.

Before 2014, I was writing a comic with a mask-wearing supervillain named Pollution whose weapon was fumes or gas, the deadliest being sprays like Bird Flu. When Coronavirus reached UG in 2020, I started wondering if fiction is not blurry prophecy.

Just because the river is calm does not mean there are no crocodiles and leeches hiding inside.