I so much want to write, I enjoy writing but am hungry.
Am so hungry that I can't sit and think about anything else but how I miss popcorn. Or how doughnuts go well with melted ice cream.
Does one really have to fast?
What happens if I just stopped for a second; the roadside maize smells so good and I just had a loose 700 in my pockets.
But then I promised Latifah I would last the entire period. For an un religious believer it sounds more of an ideology than a matter of religious faith. But then again maybe it's for love, maybe it's for adventure.
Maybe I can buy a croissant. No one would know.
Ahhhhh at last I reach Ntinda, this taxi was super fast.
Me and my thoughts.
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