When I saw images of Abdul Hajj, I automatically knew he was not a Kenyan cop. There was something about him that told of affluence, a man who gyms in a proper facility and eats well.
Here! Have our kids! Eat our wives! We offer thee this sacrifice of our souls! Give us Money! Sell us things! We need! We Want! We will let you stare at our cleavage! Hell, you can even touch them while we are sleeping!
Once I regained my composure, I realized that there is nothing like the moment you realise something you value is gone. You have to make a life decision-do you scream, react, slap someone, ask for a hug, run after the thug or just sit there trying to soak it all in, like I did? When …
I stood at the cliff and looked at the setting sun. I hurled myself to the hull and let the wind guide my flight. I drove off the cliff with everything I had. I stood at the brink of life and death, and held mine in my hands. I drove the dagger of pain through …