The other day I saw a really really old man, wrinkly forehead, hunched back and all, climbing in slowly into a drain next to a shop. You know those kind-four feet deep, full of human waste, leftover food and toxic stuff.
And with his bare hands, he slowly picked up a bunch of unrecognisable lump of rubbish from between his legs in the drain. Plastic bags, ice-cream wrappers, papers, etc-it was all in that bundle of trash.
He did this again for the next stretch of drain-and climbed out by dragging himself out of the dark and smelly hole with his hands, now stained by dirt.
Please don't torture old men like that. Throw your rubbish responsibly, into the dustbin, not into the drain like some idiot with no education.
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The little girl in that precocious little dress turned her nose up at the delicious caramel pudding in front of her.
"I wanted vanilla pudding," she said, crossing her chubby arms as a sign of displeasure. She couldn't have been older than five, but there she was, being bratty and ungrateful.
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With the increase in prices and the current state of the economy, everyone's turning to direct selling.
-------------------------------------------------------------Why bloggers are dangerous, according to my sister:
"I am dangerous! With my words! BEWARE!"
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I like to be with people who know who they are.
A sense of identity,
a sense of contentment with what they do,
and a sense that they know they can control their lives
by just controlling what they do and think.
This girl writes entertaining stories.
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El-Shaddai
Powerful almighty
Loves nurtures forgives
From Him comes salvation
Jesus
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