Hunting was never for him.. He was not about to become the hunted! Wrestling would never be a way to socialize.. He had no wish to get bruised! That local brew made him dizzy just at the sight of it.. He had no intentions of passing out! Tinka actually smiles.. He believes it only human!…… Continue reading Tinka; the village coward!
Every single music hit had a rhythm for Sarai… If it played, she would dance to it! Ready to raise the red dust….. Barefoot, colorful dress and sweat running down her well defined cheeks, Sarai would dance until that red dust covered everything around her….. The smell of the dust would send Sarai into a…… Continue reading Sarai and the red dust!
My name is kyakusimire, I am a village girl Don’t know much about those glittery things you call cell phones Don’t know much about talking to my friends over those “things”. My friends and I usually meet in the forest when we go to fetch fire wood. We socialize then;anticipating about the days to come…… Continue reading Village girl!
Rhythm In Life 