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"Si uletee Makori chapati"...my friend David let out a sharp anguished yelp. This is after he realized that his wife had deliberately served everyone chapati; except me. Clearly, she intended to torment me to death.
A skillful-massage grasp by my left shoulder startled me...it had to be a lady’s hand because the fingers felt rather soft as they dug leisurely into my flesh. I was electrified. I briefly prepared my deep bass...
She turned her outstretched neck severally to look at the huge antique mirror that had projected her patootie or bottom if you like. The squeezing black skirt she had put on exaggerated their size for purposes I...

8:30PM

I was walking sluggishly along Argwings Kodhek road. I was lost in deep thoughts. I had two packets of Molo Milk on my left hand and a fairly new Samsung Note 10 plus phone, on the other...
"Hallelujah"! His voice thundered and brought me back to reality. I had been lost in thoughts imagining the kind of lifestyle Apostle Njoroge led! This Apostle didn't have a regular job like any hardworking Kenyan citizen-who is...
I came in just when their lips were touching. It was a calm kiss that sent a clear message between the two liars as if to say "I love you". The guy was Felix my friend since...
His mother sat on the pavement of the parking lot when Wambui arrived but, she only saluted her lousily. She leisurely walked away as if she had never seen her before.  That tired old woman was Emily;...
My wife passed wind or gas if you like, in the most terrible way. It was a long troublesome boring sound. She had tried to suppress it but somehow, it found its way out of the unmentionables...
It is abnormally quiet here in Kenya, a country whose politicians were used to throwing abuses left, right and center! Media stations are also hungry for news stories since most of the politicians have shied away from news briefs. Some...

Hello Wesley

I was absentmindedly passing through Kenya National Archives or, just Archives as it is famously known in Nairobi when a heavy hoarse voice startled me back to reality, "Praaaaaaaaaise the rord"! I'm sure that the speaker had intended to say, "lord"...but,...
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