MONOLOGUE: AFRICAN PEN PICASSO.

I was standing on the stage with the spotlight on me. Taking a deep breadth, I stared still at the little firefly-like lights that went as far as my eyes could see. As I approached the mic that was in front of me, I heard a familiar voice shouting my name from behind me.... "we Freddy...ebu amka uendee mkate na maziwa...tunataka kula breakfast sai harakisha...( Freddy, get up and go buy milk and bread for breakfast, we want to have it now)" I woke up from the bed not being able to understand or have the slightest clue of what the dream meant to me. Obviously in anticipation of what was to happen next in the dream, I vowed to myself to have this dream again as though I was on an episode of some program(if only that was the way dreams worked?)