Last week was a bit somber. We plunged into this dark cloud of post-election violence so this week we can get into something light, something fun. A pine-cone
I turned 27 last Friday. Birthdays to me are never occasions, they pass quietly like the fluttering of leaves in the wind. They are an ominous reminder that
Whenever I punch into my Facebook page I usually find folk like Thuo Patrick there, armed to the teeth with their brushes and paint filling the place with