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I first started servicing old mamas in Kilimani and Lavington area. My name had spread among the desperate rich women whose desire for promiscuous sex had overpowered their willingness to stay faithful in their marriages. All these...

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,...
I sat on the toilet bowl doing the unmentionables and flipping through Tweets on my phone when the call came in. On the screen, it showed Mwangi wa Nyama but, in actual sense, it was Njeri Gathoni,...
The poster was strategically glued high on an electricity pole with huge fonts that read “Mganga kutoka Tanzania”. On the list, the advert owner claimed to be a specialist in “CASINO REVENGE, NGUVU ZA KIUME, ; there...
He extended his left hand towards me with a packet of Abortion Pills stationed on his palm. It was green and had an incomplete drawing of a woman. In it, I knew, was enough poison to kill...

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...

Room 26

A young cultured and overly beautiful lady startled me. I almost spilled the cold 500ml Coca-Cola soda that was on the table. From my swift estimation, she had stood there for several seconds because I didn't hear...
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...
It was a flat backhanded slap. I had to move a short distance behind even as my eyes adjusted to the normal vision. It is one thing for a man to be slapped by another man, but...
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...
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