I have had the day in 'sweetness' which is still flowing from my friends and all around. Right now am wearing a make up on my face and had to sneak-out just share a moment with all of you on TIG Community. I love you all and thanks for loving and being there for me.
I have to sneak back now! I'll tell you the whole story later
Catch you!

Chris

· Never urinate in public as you pause a public nuisance. In some countries this is a crime and you can be arrested and fined if not jailed for it.
· Don’t spit in public. I stopped when my sputum landed on my neighbour’s chick, a floor under my university apartment. Instantly I requested him to come and cut off my neck if he so desired. I was lucky though as he brushed the saliva and the issue itself aside as he was a close friend of mine.
· Sneezing and blowing of noses is normally allowed but you should mind your ‘neighbours’. They are not part of you! Imagine you just had your tasty pizza and you get on the bus for home. Before the engine roles I get on and I sit next to you. Seconds later I blow my nose like its trumpet in an orchestra! …and by the way never use tissue when blowing your nose. Its small dusty particles may just perpetuate your flue.
· Never ignore the presence of elders in public. In fact respect them; give them a sit if they you find yourself sitted whilst they are made to stand and if you are a guy give that sit to a lady too! Never speak to elders with those hands in your pockets. Give them the due respect they desire at all times, weather they are strangers or familiar persons to you. Most religions prescribe this code of conduct am you should find it to understand.
· Don’t shout in public. The public belongs to all of us and should therefore be respected. Drunkards’ are good and usually take undue advantage. Whistling is not advised, as it is an imitation of shouting. But feel free to shout or whistle at the stipulated places like sports grounds!
· Never cut in on queues, were people are have to be served. Everyone is human and all need that extra time you are squeezing in front for. In fact cutting-in is an infringement of someone else’s right, at least according to me.
· Don’t through rubbish in public. Find a garbage-disposing place or curry that dirt with to your bin or ditch at home. That way you will not contribute to pollution, which is a threat to the environment.
· Never cut your nails in public. What gathers under your fingernails leaves much to be desired and no one is interested in seeing you pocking that and the umbrella nails.
· Never take off your shoes if they smell, in public. That pungent smell from the stocking is probably bad for one with Bronchitis or indeed any other persons.
· Fatting in public is the most embarrassing thing one would what to remember you about. Bad smells are so irritating to others next to you and although ‘fats’ are colourless they have a high gluing tendency in people’ minds anmd you will surely be remembered.

The evening was freezing and I couldn’t bear with the temperatures anymore. The cold season was predicted to be cold this year around southern Africa and that claim was beginning to yield fact. I walked close to a wall hoping to harness some radiated heat absorbed from some thin sunlight of the day. It was around 8PM Zambian time and I had just left the only internet cafe in Lusaka that opens up to 9PM. I was hoping to receive an e-mail that would determine the fruition of my trip in a couple of days to Europe and there was nothing as yet. Demoralized I found myself heading for the bus stop. There few people in the city on this night, unlike the usual days when would meet guards and street kids. I began to wonder were these members had gone to. On a usual day I would leave some Kwacha(Zambian Currency) with one of them as they approach any prospective giver of their lives. I feel sorry epically for the young and parentless ones who live looking for any thing they can find in the city, in bins and sometimes garbage pits. I normally ask myself how these guys, who range from as young as three years cop up with the cold nights, especially in the cold season like now. I was wearing a jersey and complaining about the weather but one seldom finds a street kid with a warm garment. My friend Oliver and a couple of guys would confess of how ‘tough tasted’ these guys would get to be as they grow up, probably due to the rough self upbringing they endure. You will bear with me that many only experience this part of this life only during military training, they guys of the streets have it as there way of life. They have no income; few have parents as many have lost them many to the AIDS pandemic.
I headed for a corner and was suddenly greeted by a rowdy crowd of kids around a packed vehicle. My heart went past normal and the first impression I had was someone has been hit! I walked close to the crowd and realized that something else was happening, kids were leaving with plates whitened by potions of Inshima (Staple food). Laughters and not cries were coming from the scene. Two white guys decided it was time they shared a moment to see others have a different night, probably by having a descent meal for supper. I was humble and overwhelmed by their rare gesture and could not just pass by without commending them. I believe we would few and impoverished street kids if we can emulate these two white guys and if all of us, beginning with all those confined behind those tall wall fenced mansions and those driving the latest model of cars their eyes see and even those who spend money lavishly, would come to dedicate a day for themselves to share a smile with the unfortunate street persons by sharing some food or even clothes with them.
More better is a programme that would be dedicated towards a glance on Young Street persons especially in hush seasons of the year. Mean time let me go and think about how can be done and if you have any add up please fill me in.
Lets work had in helping each other especially were circumstances ware unforeseen.
Have a nice day!!!!!!!!!!!!