Author: Baraka Mumba

By day I am a mild mannered Graphic Designer, but when darkness walks down the sky with the moon and stars in her hand and the world needs a hero...I just change into my pyjamas and jot down my thoughts.

To the dude that entered the elevator after me, I’m sorry. The silent breath of death that escaped my pants into the tiny gas chamber I left you in, was unfair and unwarranted. The nostril fire that had burned your eyes and the childlike stare of utter fear you gave me as the doors started to close when I jumped off on whatever floor to escape your fate, were just, well, hilarious. I hope you survived my guttural expression of life. I hope you survive to warn your children. For me, it provided one hell of a laugh and a…

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