11.55, Suva, Fiji.
Evan’s fury is has grown. The buses and cars are rushing their way to their homes. Birds have hid themselves and a lonely Meyna was spotted flying backwards from my veranda. The doors are now rattling and the windows are weeping. From a distant, I think I heard a scream but most probably it’s the wind whistling.
The electricity has also left our company and Facebook is on fire once again. Videos and photos from friends is all that is left to update us on their security.
The worse part… it’s just the beginning.