Tirade of a Light Sleeper
If someone, anyone had told me that I would write about this again, I would have told them my village people do not hate me that much. For the very least I have their blood flowing through my veins and like they say; blood is thicker than water. I kind of think they forgot to “tern it up” last year but now, I have come to the conclusion that they disturb my life with NOISE biennially. Since I wrote the last episode about being a light sleeper, I think it will be noteworthy to mention that about five filling stations have been constructed in the RESIDENTIAL AREA where I reside. It is not like it is a problem or anything, I just hope the junkies in my area do not mistake one of them for a party venue one of these days and fling us all to eternity unexpectedly. Anyway, I digress. We are not here for something as trivial as an impending fire disaster. We are here for the nerve-wracking noise. The Church, The Mosque and The Club House, my raven neighbour who “pray-curses” at the top of h...