Our Mothers, the unsung heroes

At times, I hear friends talk about their mothers and then I realise that I do have an awesome mum..... A mother who did not spare the rode lest I become a nuisance to the society, one who gave acolades whenever I did what was right.

HOW COMMON EXACTLY IS COMMON SENSE

So, today the  11th day of february 2015, I got up a little earlier than usual, went on with my regular morning routines, and finally made to attend my lectures scheduled for 11:30am.

I get into the University environment and I see a multitude under a tree, pushing and shoving, onlookers catching glimpses of the happening; the techno-socials geared up with megapixels slightly below the pixelation of the human eye, capturing every minute in a detailed manner.

My view on the cycle of Life

I have over the years come to a conclusion that everything in life is cyclic, i.e just like the water or Nitrogen cycles we were taught about back in highschool, everything seems to always go around and come around at some point.

My Childhood;

The childhood days when we played with mud and  caught grasshoppers in limit time as though our lives depended on it. When we shot down lizards,and birds with hand made catapults,  when we jumped unto moving trucks, and  made kites with the most limited materials....... I was there.