On Festivals and Fasting-Letter 18 by Seneca

This a series of some of Seneca’s Moral Letter to his Friend, Lucilius. It is the month of December, and yet the city is at this very moment in a sweat. License is given to the general merrymaking. Everything resounds with mighty preparations—as if the Saturnalia...

On Groundless Fears-Letter 13 by Seneca

This a series of some of Seneca’s Moral Letter to his Friend, Lucilius. I know that you have plenty of spirit; for even before you began to equip yourself with maxims which were wholesome and potent to overcome obstacles, you were taking pride in your contest with...

Better one safe way- The Cat and the Hare

I re-read this story so many times in my primary school days. The fable was refreshingly narrated to our Form 2N class by our beloved Physics Teacher, Mr.Mwania R.K (at Kitondo High School) around the year 2006. He meant to advise us to stick solely to academics then....

Why you are my friend

Once in a while, my mind wanders into superfluous thinking. I caught myself analyzing or rather trying to decipher what attracted me to the friends I have. I have a couple friends I consider dear, and they all seem to have some similar conspicuous traits. Most of them...

The Creed of the Persistent and Passionate Mind

The Creed is borrowed from Peter Diamandis If anything can go wrong, fix it! (To hell with Murphy!) When given a choice, take both! Multiple projects lead to multiple successes. Start at the top, then work your way up. Do it by the book, but be the author! When forced...

How to Make Stone Soup

A long time ago, in a tiny medieval village, a farmer spots three soldiers on the edge of town. Knowing what would likely happen next, he runs into the marketplace shouting a warning: Quick, close the doors, lock the window! There are soldiers coming and they will...

Love this way

Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins...

Love Came To Visit Me

Love came to visit me, But finding me busy, She had to flee, I was silly? At fourteen, I was shy, Solitude was my friend. Love came to spy, But found no shed. At twenty one, the academic touch was lit, She sought for another chance. Had fallen to the academic pit. And...