Something About People
People love people. People hate people. Nothing is ever unconditional with human beings. Those who hate might start loving when you prosper. They'll even talk about how they know you and how you grew up together. But when you're a have-not they'll use you as a bad example. Don't be like hi m or her ! I like to stare occasionally. Mostly at nature. It makes me see finer details that you cannot see with a glance. I lay flat on the ground after some extreme aerobics. The sky is beautiful. Blue with patches of cumulus and nimbus. The dying sun shone its rays through cumulus clouds giving them golden angelic glow. The moon creeped its way slowly behind the clouds as if chasing the sun. It was like looking at God's canvas. Painted with utmost detail. Lovely. I wrote this section sitted at the chief's office. On a bench, quite heavy I could feel, probably made from an elgon teak tree. Before me, sat an old man in a very old suit , raggered at the should...