I am who I am
Born and raised in one beautiful country called Tanzania as only son in my family, grew up with full of joy and smothered that I end up hating it one point. I grew up with lots of love from my sisters and other family members since we believe in long family extension. The good thing during that time I had time to think and view life in both end, and not taking everything around me for granted. I learn to respect every life form or status of others who let me be around them and learn the way their life. Yes some ware not as good and some ware fabulous living, there I end up knowing no matter where you go the difference in life will always be there. Sad enough I realize how human race end up doing what they do just to satisfy their suffering of any kind and mostly no one talk about it, but easy to talk little about what they found from their fellow human. My father was not that great nor he wasn't that weak, he did what he did to sustain our living while my mother work as hard as every other good mother who made sure bread and butter was there every morning we woke up.
Restless young hood I had, learn every thing I was able to lay my hands on, before I knew I picked up the habit of traveling and touring around the country and world. Get to learn new life everyday. Reading was my only entertainment I had during those times especially when the night falls and their was no where to go since your in the middle of jungle sleeping in the tent or some little hut with candle light or oil lump.
Am not a story teller I just like to write happenings in life which includes my experience on my little world that I live in. The world of happiness and sadness, the world full of unfairness with full of betrayers and by jotting them down make me go back and look re read them as a story told.
And that is my story..