his times
...te attracts” “keep up with that positive spirit of yours, you will surely make your way up there” she gestured the “up”. Penina and I have been friends for almost one year now. Ever since we met at the Christian students’ conference we have never ceased to meeting. Her place was my place and my place was hers. I thought more often my place has been like hers. She could have all the freedom she wanted and my mother just treated her like her own daughter. That was the spirit of kitia’s mother. She was lovely and every friend of mine said so. And generous too. That afternoon we were attending the group meeting with some other friends of hours. Since the final exams were about to befall us, we organized a group study composing of students from all the schools in the Dar es Salaam. Being one of the ‘nice’ guys I offered my classroom to be the venue of the group study. “excuse me” the voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned. That was when I saw her. She was like an angel. Her face was so sweet to behold. She had a light complexion contrast to a lot of Africans in Tanzania. And she was lovely too. The low pitch of her voice could make anyone feel like floating in the bed of roses. I am ...