An isolated entity. Hoima. Uganda.
"Though the trial of the wave is beyond the merit but the Lord had made us understand that nothing would ever happen, has ever happened and is happening without his own consent. Even the Lord who knows the numbers of all the leaves on each tree that makes up the whole world."
The man dressed in a rather dirty shirt and a torn trouser said. His hair was bushy, tardy. His face was rough. His lips were cracky. His fingers dirty, his eyelids dusty, his sandals sticky and his clothes emanating quite the nauseating odour.
He was standing in what was close to a ruin. Though there was a stump of tree which was somewhat like a log which was definitely his pulpit.
There were five ladies before him. He was the only man who had survived the rage of the alien machines.
They had actually left the city because of the unbearable stench that almost got all of them sick. The heaps of corpse scattered about by the alien machines.
