By The Riverside...

So I decided to find a cool spot outside the beautiful Holy Trinity Spa scenery where I could read and reflect on my life. I had found my way to a very quiet location in the vicinity, and was sitting on a chair on a concrete extension into the Volta Lake. My small head was deeply buried in Louis L’Amour’s Last Of The Breed, and was oblivious of the goings on around me. After about 10 minutes of reading and just when I was about flipping a page, I heard what seemed to be laughter not far from where I was. I looked up and saw what I had only been seeing on television screens - 7 boys ranging between the ages of 9 and 12 happily taking a swim in the river full of algae, with some swimming butt-naked.

Watch It!

I wasn’t angry – I was outraged! Now you do realize that the latter is a highly graduated form of the former, don’t you? Well, my definition.

It was one of those days where the weather was dry coupled with the fact that the office has no window, so it’s an air-conditioner-throughout one. This was a terrible combination of situations particularly when deadlines had to be met too. Happenstances like these usually aren’t harbingers of hunger for me, and eventually when it came at about 3.00 pm it did so with some mighty oomph – the ‘get-up-and-go’ kind.

You Are No God!

Have you ever been in a meeting where a suggestion by another received thumbs up from almost all participants, and you thought that same idea was dumb but unable to profer yours, perhaps a better idea due to your inability to express yourself better in public? Well, I have sat through several of those meetings where I was unable to utter a word.