Before I start I should probably issue a note that this is no way about a house, or moving. That being said, let’s move on to today’s case. This is actually creative though I’m sure that the few of you that know me know I live in Darkuman, and the “Zongo” at that. (And if you don’t know what Zongo is, poor you. Just Google it, I can’t be doing all the work) Well, there’s this pound—load of scrap junk on the side of my street, a few houses away from mine. And this thing is a car; a Nissan which probably in its hey—day was pretty impressive. Not so much now. Said car just blended into the environment, and quickly became a fixture, it’s been there for that long, and oh my, it’s been of so much use (Note the sarcasm ) *Barely standing but showing surprisingly tensile strength, it’s perfect for leaning on when chatting up girls* *Has served as a strong base for some of the youth who dream of owning cars ( the adventu...
This girl holds half the sky in her big hands. She may not know it yet, and she may not believe it yet, but she is light, and the darkness has nowhere to hide.