My black mamba
Evening again-amber lurid golden sunbeams bidding the day goodbye, a silhouette of what had transpired through out the day Upper primary school kids buzzing all over with some sibilant voice as they conversed incessantly And to those few kids whose parents assumed total responsibility or let's say it's just being paranoid and bothered to meet their children at the gate did so-called this is a fiction no lie it never happened, and if it did not in my primary school To those few-fuzzy to the teachers but to them excellent thinkers who on weekends would weed on some farms or burn charcoal to get some money were all over the small kiosks which sold chapatis You know I loved chapatis as we all did -until later in my late teens that I realized it was not some precious food but a survival, you get what I'm talking about; with some little madondo and a day is gone Money surpasses everything even a minion of Son of Man; Judas sold Him for as little as 30 silver, mind you just caut...