Memoir of a Lost son

real. I want to understand myself and express wha

, in search of an answer to all of my questions. I would like

curs in my life. When I feel the time is right, I will live on an island. There, I'll write about my life

woman, there was nothing melodramatic about the acknowledgment, it's very calm, unemotional, and precise like the least bound

egging to sink into despondency about my wanting powers, intellectual, m

ong December twilight darkness imperceptibly over the gl

hink otherwise of her beloved son shameful shaking her head but despite all the odds i have the respect for other

eak a woman's heart just like the way you wouldn't b

-earned income cleaning cars at a tender age of 10, or was it because I used to wash away many young girls heart just like the

ving television, and modern seats were considered for wealthy people living in suburbs of Nairobi one would have upgraded their game to equal their competitors

e was out of the question en