Four Seasons Before Lunch Gauteng (Pretoria)

 I have lived in Pretoria for half my life, but even at almost 50, l still am not ready for mornings like this . I step out of  home in the morning at 7 a.m., greeted by a warm, gentle breeze and sunshine so golden it felt like summer had arrived overnight. The sky was clear; the jacaranda trees glowed purple; the air smelled of warmth and possibility. “Perfect day,” l muttered, locking his door. By the time l drive out—five minutes later—the sky starts to be darkened. A cold wind came crawling in from nowhere, sweeping dust across the pavement. The temperature dropped so suddenly that  l have  to switch the heater for warmth. Laughing. “Ah, Pretoria… you never disappoint.” Halfway to the office, the heavens opened. Not soft rain— a storm . Sheets of water hammered the road, street gutters overflowed instantly, and distant thunder rolled like a grumpy giant waking up too early. People scattered, hiding under bus shelters already too full.  “Ten minutes ago...

facing death twice

Its so painful to face your death twice. this is what happened to the late Libyan Leader. The night b4 their death after realizing their defeat by the rebels in that home town.They all knew that whats left was to gamble with their lives and face death, but the exact time and place it was gonna happen wasn't vivid to them. Anyway these were only a few, they killed many and the life of a dictator always ends tragically Saddam, Hitler etc. May their souls rest in peace ??????????????????????????????? amen

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