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.

It does not matter how calm the ocean looks, there are vicious creatures inside.

No-one stays on this planet forever; each one leaves when their time comes.

Happiness is what you feel when the Devil departs from you.

Suicide is not the Best Escape from depression.

When the Bad Boys try to stop you by bringing you down, just team up in a triangle with your own boys to beat them.

There are ways to die I cannot choose.

Sometimes I try too hard to peep into the Future so that I can see how much time I have left to live.