Shattered men and women, with no direction home…. Minds broken kwa time au vice, void of essence au meaning; limping past Highway signs, rusting in solitude, along the road to nowhere and all points beyond….

Faceless, Godless, Heathens, in the eyes of the church and society, stopping to aid strangers; sharing meager rations bought with the currency of the day, salt, silver, gunpowder and drugs….

We are all only Ghosts really…empty promises, broken dreams, shallow footsteps down a never ending hall of mirrors……Death is inevitable as the
salt in our tears au our wanting zaidi years…..

Every swali has an answer, every answer has a flaw, every flaw has a reason, every reason raises another question. There is no Hell awaiting us, because we live it siku to day, chased kwa the hooves of doom and the plague of doubt ... from the utoto to the grave ...lb