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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;...

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,...
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...
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...
In swift anger, she blurted out, " what can you do?" All my 3 children turned to look at me. They had seen the dare but they didn't know how their father, a man who had prided...
There is a grey three-part braided rope hanging from the timber supporting the iron sheets of the ramshackle or house if you want. It is already knotted and ready to claim its victim. I...
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...
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...

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...
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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