Do you ever sit down and just think? If not, you're lucky. For some of us, it’s not a choice. My mind wanders off even when I’m doing something important. It’s never about anything useful, like deciding what to eat for supper, only to fall asleep and wake up with Ugali and cabbages on my mind. My thoughts are random and endless, from classroom lectures to future wives. It’s a chaotic but fascinating journey.

Remember being a kid? No worries at all. Those days were the best! I miss the times when I could say anything without anyone judging me. My childhood was full of wildly inappropriate comments, and everyone just laughed it off. Now, as an adult, I wish I could speak my mind freely without worrying about being seen as immature. Growing up sometimes feels like losing the freedom to be ourselves.

I really hate my mum's cat. Every day, I look at it and wish it would disappear. It meows all the time, keeps me up at night, and makes my life miserable. But I can't hurt it because I don't hurt animals. Cats just suck.

I love words. I love how they sound, their meanings, their power, and especially their ancient roots. For example, the word 'miscellaneous.' It sounds great. Say it out loud and smile. It comes from the Latin 'miscere' (to mix). How did it become 'miscellaneous'? Did the French fancy it up? Makes you think, right? And what about the old Germanic word 'ficken' (to move back and forth)? Words have amazing stories!

This is a message to be read at my funeral. I hope for a somber yet not overly dramatic send-off. I'm grateful for my life, the good and the bad, and I look forward to the day my future kids and wife, whom I've yet to meet, will remember me.

Has something ever happened to you that made you think Lucifer might be real? Well, it happened to me. One Friday, everything was going great—until it wasn't. From smelly feet on the bus to losing my wallet, it felt like the devil was messing with me. This is my story of how my payday turned into a day from hell.