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ADIÓS
If I die tonight, I want the world to understand that I wasn’t ready. That I fought against the odds, even when they were me. The battle was fierce, it was bloody. I won the battle, but not the war. I would say, “I pray the LORD my soul you take” but am at my…
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Confessions
I was just but a child when I fell into the whelms of love. This young kisii man had worked his juju on me when I barely understood love enough to love even myself. But the tingling I felt each time we held hands under the table, and the pure innocence i held when writing…
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RENDEZVOUS
Do you think you were born to be who you are? Do you think who you are right now is who you really are? Look at your life, see how your personality changes each time you enter a different room, how you dress differently, talk differently, eat, laugh and even sneeze differently. As you read…
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FROM THE ROOFTOPS
The weather had always been chilly in their part of the town but today when they got up, it had gotten even more so. The turned the heater up a notch and laid down heavily dressed after having a King’s breakfast. Ray had to get up though, he had a test later in the day…
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THE UNPAID MBOCH (part four)
“Dear world, I was made to love you. And all my life, I’ve done nothing but that. I have forgiven your misdeeds, moved past your flaws and still got beaten down to a pulp. If ever I made you proud, you never cared to show, and so with my head hung low, and feet hitting…
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THE UNPAID MBOCH(part three)
When school year started for Sandra, she was ecstatic. Her face shone bright as the sun when she carried her suite case into her hostel room. Her night was filled with fantasies of how she’d have fun, new friends and study hard. You don’t need me to tell you how fast fun wins over studying.…
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THE UNPAID MBOCH(part two)
Having done well in her O levels, you’d have expected her parents to have sent her off to college, but instead, they’d had her stay home just to look after her siblings. It wasn’t at this time that Sandra finally knew her worth, or found her voice. No, instead, it was at this time that…
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THE UNPAID MBOCH(part one)
The night was crystal black and as Sandra finally threw her tired body into the bed, she couldn’t quite understand how things had escalated this first. She had wasted years of her life trying to be better to people who barely even saw her. Sandra, you see, was an African child from an African home…
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The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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