I am a terrible klutz. I have a tendency of tripping over everything. Or getting a mark from virtually anything. This is a habit I developed when I was in high school. In form one, before I was familiar with the contours on the path to the dorm, I tripped face down on the cold … Continue reading Klutzing



I love historical romances. Whether it is set in Africa, or in England, I enjoy reading it. This was a time when chivalry was real, and the men offered their ladies their jacket or coats, or an equivalent of that in the African setting. Nowadays chivalry is a rare and precious gem, never practiced by … Continue reading Unmentionables