Sylvester on a Rainy Father’s day Caturday 

Remember that Daily Prompt post about blankets a couple of months ago? The one where I showed you Sylvester blankets vs my blankets. Well Sylvester has decided to bogart and take over my blankets that I store in the right side of my closet. He has not laid on his blankets which are on the left side since I wrote that first post. 

Sleepy Sylvester 

Precipice of my life

She has expressed a lot of what I have gone through and sometimes still go through in the U.S.A. Sadly girls and women are targets for these predators. Last year the threat became real but fortunately I was able to transfer to a different company location and I changed my shift. No matter where you live it can be dangerous to be female. I have male friends but find it difficult to establish any type of intimate relationship. Perhaps with therapy I can get to the point where I will meet the right man and have a companion for my senior years (I’m nearly 60).

Rosy Poetry and Thoughts

IMGL4310‘In time we hate that which we often fear’  William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

For a long time I resented(sometimes mistook for being afraid)  of the male species. Years and years of experience solidified that in my young mind. When I was about 11 years old my family had a financial crisis (the one we’ve all experienced)  so we had to move a lot to places where we could set up new business and find cheap life. And in all the places we went there was always a piece of harassment.

At one point,  we settled down in a small town in Western Kenya the almost ideal place and immediately my family set up a small hotel(the best we could manage at the time😁).There is where my fears began I believe.  Since we were located near the bus stage,  the matatu touts and bus drivers…

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