Its been a long dark, cold, gloomy day, and am on my way Lord knows where from work. Since my moti kataad to nguruma, (after hour of chokoraing it to shtuka) am using these Kenyan Public Transport, and I say that will all pan intended. I HATE not having my car. The traffic is endless, been at the same spot for what seems aeons now, and there is no sign of it letting loose, i have just boarded it( the so called KPT).
I can't help but find my mind and heart wandaring of to thoughts of where my life is. For some reason,(and i've realy thought about this mind you), nothing i try to do is working out right. Its like everything I place my hands on instantly breaks to dust. Talk of the cursed hand, like that guy who had the touch of gold, midas touch was it?? Anyway i feel like am at some unbreakable wall with no way through it, yet what i need is on the other side...useless does not begin to explain my life right now. Oh the cars are moving now...time to read the signboards!
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