Paradise & More, Ch 64, More than Life Itself

I had no idea that circumstances had just begun to spiral out of control and lead to tragedy, and even if I had, I am not sure what I could have done, but I certainly would have done something! Anything to avoid what would soon become my worst nightmare!

Posted on: 8 October 2007 | 2:29 pm

The Raft, by Rutagengwa Claude Shema

A wanderer arrived at a river that was too deep to wade through. Since he could not swim, he built a raft and crossed the river on it. He thought the raft was useful, he might need it again some day.

Posted on: 8 October 2007 | 2:28 pm

Virtual Love and e-Communication, by Dr. Claude Shema-Rutagengwa (MD)

With e-communication, many things become easier. But while it may be easier in terms of e-communication, it may be more dangerous is as well. We have so many cases to mention, such as the negative side effects of International Communication Technology (ICT) and e-communication in particularly, such as theft of personal information.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:27 am

The Chronicler's Tale, by Dan Akinlolu (S. Africa)

It happened during the World War at a small village in Dogon, Mali, about fifty kilometers to Timbuktu. Those years, Timbuktu witnessed a boom in salt trade, it was the major export via the river and the desert merchants coming from Niamey and Djibouti have had to reconsider their route, because export was faster using the river than Sahara desert. People came far and wide to trade in salt and millet.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:26 am

Anaesthesia, by Dan Akinlolu (S. Africa)

In the beginning when there was no time, our land was in total ruin and desolated for full disobedience and condemnation. For the line between the living and the spirit was thing and transparent, but soon rivalry emerged and the contest was bent on destroying man- the most visible, the most articulate.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:25 am

Agnst (Part II), by C.N. Wanjiku (Kenya)

I have been folding my legs and my hands have been resting on my cheeks, vexed. I thought this rough road could be smooth the moment I tasted love, but I was wrong. I had missed an important point, that the end of one predicament is the beginning of another. I wish my life ended just there, where I smiled. I have no job. I have no money. I want to die now, before the twilight. I don’t know why, but I imagine the world of the departed is better.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:24 am

On the High Seas, Chapter 61, by Diane Sanfilippo

I dreamt that I was in the middle of the ocean in a rowboat that was tossing and turning on a rough sea. The wind howled, lightning split the sky, the rain fell in buckets and the tiny boat spun around and around until all of a sudden, just as the waves began to swell higher and higher, the rowboat turned into one of those flat saucers that I had seen towed slowly behind ski-boats with children riding on them.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:23 am

The Treasure of Zoroaster, by Ken Mulholland (Australia)

BlackEagle Girls The first grey streaks of dawn were staining the east as the Black Eagle settled outside a ground-floor bedroom window of Monique's new home and the five girls drifted from the old tree house and slipped silently within. Gently Belinda and Narenda guided a nodding Surban to her bed and, after getting her into her night attire, settled her under the covers. In a matter of moments she was breathing deeply, her eyes shut fast, the bag that contained her secret treasure, still clutched firmly to her chest.

Posted on: 16 September 2007 | 8:20 am

Terrorism: When a Healer becomes a Killer, by Dr. Claude Shema-Rutagengwa (MD)

The intensification of mass recruiting for terrorist groups has emerged dramatically recently, and a number of intellectuasl seem very interested in joining those groups for different reasons.Amoung these are engeneers,medical doctors,etc… Let’s look at some concrete cases like the recent UK terror case.An Indian doctor was detained in Australia for questioning in connection with a suspected Al Qaeda plot to detonate car bombs in London and Scotland as he tried to leave the country.

Posted on: 1 September 2007 | 10:47 am

Last Wish before Death, by Claude Rutagengwa

In a concentration camp in Siberia during Stalin's reign of terror, a Russian and a Jew were sentenced to death. The commissar told them, "Each of you can have one last wish before you die."

Posted on: 1 September 2007 | 10:45 am

More Heat and Darby’s Rangers, Ch 59, More than Life Itself, by Diane SanFilippo

Friday morning we all slept late, exhausted after our long day at Disneyland. I thought that as tired as we were at our youthful age, then Uncle Charles must be practically comatose today! Although I had to use the bathroom, I lay in the bed until I could not stand it a moment longer, afraid that my movements would waken the children, but finally I had no choice, and I quickly tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door.

Posted on: 1 September 2007 | 10:44 am

2 Dogs, a Cat, 9 Fishes, by Dan Akinlolu (South Africa)

Getting a job was as difficult as securing the old one. It was another experience entirely after working as Sales Executive in a bookselling firm and wanting to become an editor for a publishing firm. Actually Claude had a flair for editorials, so he had to experiment first as freelance editor while working as salesman. It was actually difficult to determine whether book editing could be taught (perhaps a B.A honors in editing would have gone a long way) or a matter of talent and experience could help, but Claude had this weird interest and inordinate desire to be called writer and editor

Posted on: 19 August 2007 | 8:37 am

Chief Beira of KGB in Moscow, by Claude Rutagengwa

In Stalin's Moscow, a man shouted in public, "The whole world is suffering because of one man!"

Posted on: 19 August 2007 | 8:36 am

Buster - from (new) Black Eagle Girls and the Pirates of the Mystic Caravan., by Kenneth Mulholland

'Buster has found your target and is waiting. You go tomorrow around midnight. Four hours maximum to get the goodies. And don't forget, I'll be right there with you all the way.'

Posted on: 11 August 2007 | 8:25 am

Three Hungry Crocodiles, by Claude Rutagengwa

Three hungry crocodiles were lying in the sun. One said, "I wish I could eat a young tender child."

Posted on: 11 August 2007 | 8:24 am

Surban Speaks - from (new) Black Eagle Girls and the Pirates of the Mystic Caravan., by Kenneth Mulholland

Almost a whole year had gone by since both Priscilla Black and Monique Bateleur had passed within the gates as first-year students although, in that short space of time, they had had several adventures that most people would never encounter throughout their entire life. After all, not every one had the perplexing experience of encountering extra-terrestrial creatures from somewhere far off in deep space beyond Canis Minor, The Dog Star.

Posted on: 4 August 2007 | 8:58 am

Southern Hospitality - California Style, Ch 56, More than Life Itself - Diane SanFilippo

We had to turn the car in on Thursday, and we had thought that we would do some ‘touring’ beforehand, but without air-conditioning, we were virtually prisoners in this small, but cool, room.

Posted on: 4 August 2007 | 8:54 am

Pervez Musharaf and the Barber Shop, by Rutagengwa Claude Shema (Norway)

General Pervez Musharraf of Pakistan was at a barber shop for a haircut. The barber asked him when he would hold elections. Musharraf was evasive and said, "Later, not right now, the country is not ripe for them."

Posted on: 4 August 2007 | 8:53 am

Lost in LA, Ch 55, More than Life Itself - Diane SanFilippo

Leaving Needles in our rearview mirror, although seemingly in a pocket of far off mountains, the headlights shown on what was nothing but bleak desert, endless, flat, miles of sand. Although Billy was speeding along about 60 mph, I felt as if the car was standing still since there was nothing to see, not even trees outside the window that at least gave one a sense of motion.

Posted on: 29 July 2007 | 8:42 pm

Children, the Diamonds of Africa, by Winona Rasheed

The lives of most African children are snuffed out before they can even begin to grow. Their futures grow dim with each passing day as Africa’s gardens slip away. Why can’t these precious seeds grow and prosper? Aren’t they just as important as a flower garden or a vegetable garden?

Posted on: 29 July 2007 | 8:41 pm