Met alot of the village folk with bad tempers today, i guess it has something to do what the west guys call Bad Mondays. what did we used to call it, bad moon days!
That brings something to mind, maybe down memory lane, if you ever went to one of those upcountry Senior high schools well mooning had a different meaning, ask around, its a girly thing and i pledged not to let the cat of the bag. Pinch me! It wont work
Well got to run, I want to make an early morning, not because i want to catch the worm....nada, the fishermen, I hope to land some big catch of the fishermen, and to get a remarkable price for it. Life is becoming a little more expensive, here, but a woman got to try, made up my mind for now, got to pay the bills. Am getting good proposals....guess which ones...but i will keep them on my top drawer, am considering the guy who will land my old folks some 24 cows!!!
Hey is the first lady yet to pay the guy she slapped goats, heard that is what the village elders decided as apology fee before any punishment. The first lady is not above village laws!!!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Rough Monday
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