Author M.I.K.E.T Kasadha

Author M.I.K.E.T. Kasadha
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  DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOUR JOB DEMANDS?
  Many of us have read and succeeded to obtain better grades. However, we have never found happiness in the careers we take on in this life we live. Certainly, money comes continuously along the way but we do not enjoy its fruits. We [...]

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Chapter One
 
  
As a tree fully clad in think fiber creeping stems closely attached and growing to the boom, so was a man. Only that he didn’t have leaves but he was masculine and tall enough not to balance with any other human being. His voice was a bang that could be noticed even in the [...]

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#                              A baby on its mother’s back doesn’t know the journey is long.
#                 A bachelor should always spend minimum time with a friend’s wife.
#                 A bachelor’s wife doesn’t have ears.
#                 A bad cook also has his/her share of the bad food.
#                 A bad habit is like fire you can’t play with it and expect not to get burnt.
#                 A barren [...]

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Real wisdom lie in the truth, thus a person can never be wise without the truth.
There are just a few friends in this world and the best friend is always yourself.
Patience is a path of wisdom for a fool’s word will be half way around the world when a wiseman’s word is still puting on its [...]

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1

‘… Men are out there, they procure not any life, some could be easy prey and others are shrewd. If they only dwindle America will be independent. America will be unfettered again…’ Osborne received a long lecture from one of his trainers.

‘…Be nigh your husband and at the sometime, shield your oath to United States. Your fortitude is important….’

Osborne Mcthelah drove through Washington’s industrial district in a sour fume of an easy-peasy night. With negative traffic, he immediately branched unto a lost glory of a path, a garbage-ridden village; home to scrap vehicles, it was once a smelting factory before world war two. The oduor of a rusty environment evaporated.

He stopped, moved out of is jeep 1997 model accepting its bolt levers to remain unlocked. With clear steps he strolled up unto a decaying crane. His binoculars swinging at chest height, he could pose and snap a focus towards the dead steel industries from left then horizontally before he took another stroll upwards.

Osborne magnified is vision, convexity of a black limousine. He twisted is focus leftwards, a number of confidant guards stood by with their attention to exterior walls and beyond. Each safe guard with a weapon ready to spill fire. Osborne moved visage across the limousine and suddenly two gentlemen stood alert and eminently chatting. Had they broken a deal?

Osborne continued magnifying their true identity, two comrades in dark suits, shades, without weapons, one was Jacker Oscar in a deep strategic speech with chief of police Washington D.C. At the end of it all, Osborne tracked another limousine. The two prominent men were standing between their two runaway weapons, motorcars to zoom off when necessary and bodyguards to shoot at any intruder.

Osborne saw the chief of police holding a narcotic pack with a nice gratitude. Osborne rolled down from the rusty crane like he had been detected. Swiftly got into his jeep and drove off. He had long suspected Jacker Oscar’s intuition on drug cartels. Nevertheless, the best his chief of station could imply was dismissing Osborne from pursuing such a case. Then quickly letting close confidants to takeover Osborne’s assignment.

At last Osborne was glad to have seen two birds in secrecy. He was just about to advance his searching steps. He thought of various cocaine and heroin imprisoned gangsters and believed; if only Jacker Oscar was drawn to the public eye for his dirty deals, he would save a number of destined youth from being jailed or otherwise killed.

At an historical time he had requested for a search warrant into Jacker Oscar’s synopsis but the same chief of police denied such a duty. Remarking to Osborne that if he really thought something sinister was walking with Jacker Oscar then he required gleaning him redly at once.

The chief of police, Taylor Dodd’s dismay action prompted Osborne to emphasise that arresting youngsters without the drug lord being detained was social injustice. Ungenerously Taylor had yelled out ‘you either serve my orders or leave the badge’. It was just a week ago yet Osborne had done it before then. Osborne left the badge.

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Author M.I.K.E.T.
Kasadha
©All copyrights reserved
# 8124 Kampala, Uganda, East Africa
Cell phone +256-752-803340
E mail: author_kasadha@yahoo.com
Weblog: http://kasadha.edublogs.org
Any of these books on CD can be bought at $12. Nevertheless, you can freely read the books on this blog; however, any infringement of copyrights in any form is illegal.

AGE

Stars through wombs,

Their whistles seek re-destiny.

No danger we whiz,

Offering okay to them.

Sorrow welcomes a sweet world,

As we smile a mile while.

Their giants and giantesses,

Breathing our wealth.

We murmur and battle,

Who loves your happiness,

As we cast curses across.

Gone to the firmament,

Why live as spirits.

Life is a lie they reply,

Admitting there legendary.

No nothing is their motto,

As we cry crocodile tears.

This one of my special gifts I keep for special people in my life. I had made it for my beloved grandmother who passed away at 98 years of age before she could beautifully receive it. This same poem is published in the anthology entitled Woodland Echoes of Great Britain in 1999.

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