Francis Imbuga, the greatest satirical Playright of his time, in ‘Game of Silence’ wrote “…..the world no longer runs on the fuel it used to run on. That is why the book a man reads is more important than the man… My background demands silence of me, except at night when the belching of the men that matter drowns my mournful Protest.”
Fate does not come with greetings, and fate is unfolding right before our own eyes, yet we are helpless. Human beings are born weak and helpless then they become strong, rich and powerful and then again they grow old, weak and helpless.