As I write this I am seated in a lecture hall, wondering why I am so tired on a Monday morning. Let me confess:
I usually spend my Monday mornings wishing for Friday. I am in my final year, last semester, which I think has played a role in my unusual exhaustion.
Honestly, I feel like I am riding on empty. But you know what guys, I got this!
Brian Osano
I would have started this story with, 'Ushawahi kaa chini ukafikiria vile...' but not today, guys. One thing about me, I think a lot. But hey, don’t call me an over-thinker. I know when to stop thinking, not every time though. I guess most of the time I have the oddest thoughts, like, why is grass green and not red or why do humans walk when every other animal crawls? Crazy, right? But lately, I have more sensible thoughts, like, after school, what next?
