Colours that made me Snap

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How the sun sets in UG

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A few months ago we decided to learn how to watch the sun set. We just sit there in silence and watch

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It has become a “thing” for us now

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We decided to capture what we see and make you see it too.
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There’s is something refreshing about watching it set. Watching it cover the skies in sharp colors
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Hope you caught the bug too

Voices of beauty by Jon JFK

I usually take a walk with a MISSION, a TARGET, a DETERMINATION to increase my 1…2 step to 3…5. This time round however, there was no mission or target this was just a go-walk kind of drive; something the voices in my head would call a “stroll without purpose.” To my surprise, this purposeless stroll climaxed into a “walk to exposure” in a place I believe I was destined to end up in, a place located in Namere which is a short distance from Mpererwe.

As I contemplated ending my stroll, my eyes landed on a red gate; faded and partly rusty with a notice; “BE WARE OF DOGS”. I have a great interest in dogs so to me this is usually less of a warning and more of an invitation. I was intrigued “what kind of breeds are beyond the walls of this compound?” I thought to myself. I had to go check it out.

I was kindly granted access to the grounds by a couple of chumps fully clad in their working attire, chumps on a mission too, a mission a pal of mine refers to as “being on jobo.”

The beauty of this place was breathtaking, you know, the kind of scenery so spectacular it shocks your respiratory system. I stood there and just stared on, taking in all the beauty bit by bit. I got so caught up in all of it and almost forgot what took me there in the first place till one of the uniformed gentlemen brought me back to my senses as he greeted me.

We had a small chat before he took me around the compound. Through the chat we had, I realised this was a florist’s home; with all kinds of flowers designed in an artistic way all through the compound.

As he showed me around I heard something coming out of the flowers. I moved closer to listen in, the sounds were still jumbled up so I moved in closer “we were the first flowers to bloom when we were planted” is what I heard. In total shock, I asked the uniformed gentleman whether he heard anything to which he replied in the negative. At this point I figured this was one of those rare days when my voices decide to mess with me.

We moved on to the shed where more beautiful flowers blossomed but my voices were not done with me yet so I was forced to listen in again, “we have pretty flowers all year long” they said. All these voices really got me thinking and as I stared on I simply couldn’t get enough of all this beauty. 

Gentlemen and ladies I took it upon myself to snap some pictures and share the beauty with everyone. Who knows, you might hear their voices as well!!

Written by
~Jon JFK aka The RedPiller jonkawooya.wordpress.com/

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