The night before John Jackson proposed, he sat at his balcony in silence. He sat facing the cold and dark blanket of Kiwatule that was disturbed by flickers of lights from homes. He sat by himself. With a Martini. On the rocks. There was a...
The night before John Jackson proposed, he sat at his balcony in silence. He sat facing the cold and dark blanket of Kiwatule that was disturbed by flickers of lights from homes. He sat by himself. With a Martini. On the rocks. There was a...