Checking up on facts in this new Gambia is a piece of work - because almost everyone's trying to flex some nerve, using frivolous, petulant, impertinent and rash censures - we call it "civic duty," still. But those who are being fairly reasonable are said to be hypocrites, as if objectivity doesn't exist here anyone.
But that's none of my business.
My headache's life itself - the emotional highs and lows, of good times alternating with really difficult times. One moment you’re sending good wishes, as on a happy occasion; next minute you’re doing a eulogy about someone who’s just died. You can be riding through a certain relationship of great happiness, then from nowhere, shit happens, leading to a serious break-up, or shit goes all so damn complicated. See how you cannot tell from this moment to the next what you'll be in, can you?
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