We live and then we die. It’s a fact we must come to accept. People die.
I have been contemplating writing this letter to you for a while now and I finally got the courage.
Have you ever read a book that you know is fiction but it messes with your head so much that you start to believe that its actually a non-fiction book? That the characters actually exist? No? Just me?
As we grapple with our new reality with the dawn of the social media and mobile money taxes, I am reminded of a past time when things were…less hard. I wrote this during that time. Enjoy this throw back post.
Wasn’t Rose in that Titanic movie actually selfish? There was enough space on that floating wood for her and Jack and a couple of other random people as well. I guess Hollywood wanted to pull on our heart strings by having Jack die a death that could have been prevented. WHY DIDN’T HE GET ON THE DAMN WOOD!?
Kale let me start by saying how much I love this book. I’ve read it may be three times now? Before I finally got off my butt to write this review.
It’s never easy to lay yourself bare for the public to judge and one who does so is very brave.
I know one such person. A brave, beautiful soul called Angel Elga Achwanyo. And this is her ministry. And I thank her and applaud her for sharing her story with the world. I hope and pray that Angel Elga’s story may help change the life of someone out there in a similar situation.
I don’t come from much
I feel like for this book, all I should write is; this book is epic, buy it and read it, it’s a wonderful time to be African. Unfortunately, that’s not how reviews work. So here goes nothing.