A dawn of reality

never before is the word the english men will use to mention the past of bad scenes..I wake up pale and reluctant to see the meaning of this misty day.It happenned before and i believe this is just the repeat of what had happenned.My friend tell me of being strong and never look back.we should fear nothing but fear itself.I thump my chest with this dotted words of hope and wisdom.what happens to this corrupt and forgotten country of Zimbabwe?The inflation so high and immorality so rampant among fellow countrymen.who will salvage the interests of the most educated and well brought up king and queens?I pose this dramatic question to you reader in this complete belief that the answers to my questions are in you..I feel ashamed championing the rights of the majority in this hostile and unprotected shell.I wobble between the good works of our forefathers and the inhumane craetion of this century.I am not a zimbwabean by all means but i feel so much for the friends and people of goodwill.Harare has turned out to be an empty town with greed and contempt becoming a day today event among this revellers and businesswomen.I stop here with one conviction that has we live this 21st century from Alabama to Morroco,and from Nairobi,kenya to the cool icelands and greenlands,and from shangai,china to the battle fields of Vegas and Texas we have a common destiny that one of this few countries and states will emulate for years to come

GIVE THIS DAY A REST

I wake up early today to my suprise i have spent all my monies on the so called leisure.my hotel looking good but now cash to purchase items.I remember my good all days when i used to be a carpenter and made adorable furniture.Now i wobble between worry and fear knowing i have to do something to salvage my reputation and business.

what happens next after this escapade.I feel relieved after my candid girlfriend sorts me out.Thank God