Flies are everywhere.

Garbage is piling up.

The sun is hot

My sleeves are long.

People are complaining.

I’m typing.

A young boy passing my veranda is shouting with food in his mouth. He is walking toward a table full of gamblers.

Schools will re open next week. The shouting young boy hasn’t been to school since last year. His dad may not have bothered to purchase a tablet or laptop for him. Perhaps a tablet is too expensive.

Today is the 3rd and final government ordered no movement day.

I have decided to light a mosquito repelling candle to deal with the flies.

My sleeves are now rolled up.

The area is quiet.

The boy shouting boy hasn’t returned.

I am feeling irritable.

Times are changing.