I remember when moving to the capital I was afraid that I  might lose myself. I only heard stories about people moving to the big city and becoming prostitutes, drug addicts, dealers, gamblers, pimps and so on. I soon realized as I was starting to live my life between the monumental high buildings and ghettos that you mostly find trouble if you are looking for one. Otherwise, your life can be as empty and uneventful as in the village.  I grew up in there. Isolated from civilization. In a one-way street. It was felt like a homestead than a village. It was so small. Of course, you could reach the…

I went shopping for warm clothes as the Fall came in and the cold is about to hit the city. So I went to the mall which I have not done for a very long time. I usually buy consciously. When I give out money for something I make sure that I will use that product at least a hundred times. I rarely buy clothes for that matter. This time I did.  The consuming was real.  Nothing has changed since March or April (whatever), really. I saw the same faces in the mall circuling around the stores, holding hand with people they barely even knew because the focus was on…