Mental Clarity Space

The airport attendants at São Tomé International Airport were busy serving the enthusiastic travellers. Maleek Nabil and Soraya Rafiq made their way to the airport two hours before their travel. They couldn’t hide their happiness as they were newlyweds, awaiting to explore the depths of their love in a special honeymoon treat at Kenzi Menara Palace in Morocco. The atmosphere was inviting and everybody anticipated their destinations, some with business deals to secure, tourists’ souls awaiting an adventure, others with family to meet but for the cabin crew, it was a call of duty to ensure a safe touch down at Casablanca V International Airport. Ana Osralado the captain of the day, Carlos Domingos the first officer, Arlindo Gilson the relief captain and Nilza Elisio the relief first officer all assembled for their usual routine, signing paperwork, ensuring the maintenance engineers had released the aircraft, carrying out a couple of inspections, configuring various systems, e...

“Some fish love to swim upstream. Some people love to overcome challenges.” Amit Ray. Nandrianina and Litasoa walked down in the bustling wharfage, stinking of the lifeless fish and seaweed. They walked past the decrepit old fishing boats and their owners, all surrounded by wooden lobster pots and rope nets, before they noticed a body by the shore. His body was shivering; it was as though his blood was frozen in his veins. Before Listasoa’s boots were submerged in water, his skin was already rough with goosebumps, “How could he be alive?” he asked Nandrianina as they rushed to check on the man.  “How could he have survived the icy water? Surely he must be God’s favourite son”, said Litasoa as he tried to confirm the man’s pulse. Nandrianina was preparing himself to perform CPR if the man needed any form of resuscitation. The two used a commercialized tricycle as a major means of transport to ferry their fish. “He is alive, we need to take him to the old man”, shouted Li...