So there I was, driving in a taxi from Bog Walk to Spanish Town. It was about 11pm and I couldn’t find any legal taxis available. The first robot taxi that came my way was my ticket back to town. It appeared to be an old Toyota wagon, still running through the grace of God.…

Whenever I have little to give at church such as a few coins I feel a little embarrassed. I won’t take out the coins until the coast is clear, I hold it in my hand tightly closed so it makes no sound and when the collection plate comes around, my clenched fist goes all the…