On a Monday morning, I hailed a tricycle to get to my destination. Seated in the passenger area was a young lady. She was dressed smartly in a multicoloured shirt tucked in her skirt. She sat upright, focused on the path which leads to her destination. She had a small bag resting on her lap. On the bag rested both of her arms holding a long note just like one I own.
The Beauty of Conversations
The Beauty of Conversations
The Beauty of Conversations
On a Monday morning, I hailed a tricycle to get to my destination. Seated in the passenger area was a young lady. She was dressed smartly in a multicoloured shirt tucked in her skirt. She sat upright, focused on the path which leads to her destination. She had a small bag resting on her lap. On the bag rested both of her arms holding a long note just like one I own.