If the Past was what we were meant to see, then Behind, not in Front, our Eyes would be.

By 2020, I had spent over 94 percent of my life in the era of Natasha's father.

Vomit is an outlet for poison.

Scorpion locusts from Hell scare me even though they will not kill but torment simply because the first girl I ever loved like myself died from being fed a poisonous locust.

I pretended that I did not want to marry her, but when she got hitched to my buddy, I felt the loss.

Forgiveness heals; I almost killed a classmate who kept calling me "daft, stupid, fake and boring".

The difference between a saint and a sinner is that the former resists temptation.

Toilets and latrines always remind us that GOD provides.

The Angel of Death has no mercy when time is up, but he is not killing Ugandans with COVID-19.

Every female called "Brenda" tickles my fancy, I have no explanation why!