PHANTOM 2

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PART ONE OF THIS STORY HERE

⇓ ⇓ THIS IS PART TWO ⇓⇓

I became conscious after sometime. I was on a cold floor. I actually could not predict the duration since the time I was hit. I was in a dark place. My head was stiff and heavy, I could not raise it. I tried to move but all I could do was swim on the tiled floor. I extended by hands sideways to at least get hold of my friend- Baron. He was neither on my left nor right. I trembled. I felt something drop on my face. Lifting my hand slowly, I touched my right check. It was a drop of blood. I was shocked.

 

Tardily, I sat up with difficulty. I touched my heavy head to ascertain where I was bleeding. A sharp striking pain made me retract my hand abruptly. My hand had already become bloody. I now realized I had been hit by a white-gum booted man using a spade. I flashbacked how we had walked together with Baron and realized that someone might have kidnapped us.

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PHANTOM

He did not want to care about the conspicuous place that we were strategically placed. To be specific, we were inside a club and this guy was all over me. I mean, he was almost igniting the charisma in me. He had drunk alcohol to his occiput. His eyes were drooping while his mouth was drooling and his thirst to devour the inner me was raising. I sensed it. I was aware of what that would happen in a short time in case I would not control myself to counter his drunken prowess.

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I was a young lady, barely 21 and my name was, and is still Bella. This guy was my best friend since primary school and we had never had anything sensual just a mild chemistry. He was cute and was those types of guys you would just admire because of their well-built muscles. He was neither tall nor short. Just the right size. His striking appearance had kept freezing me ever since though I had not made any advances towards him. Today would be different! I told myself. I had to open up to him.

He lay on my right deltoid muscle as the drink consumed him. To keep him stable, I circumscribed him in my arms and held him close to me. I was just in the right world! He was just a newbie in the world of booze; I understood his behavior at the moment. I felt great and just kept looking at his sleepy eyes as he closed them unopposed. My temperature was rising slowly as my heart beat rapidly. My cleavage was slowly starting to augment under my tight blouse. I could feel it.

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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3

[THE RESCUE MISSION]

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PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

 

PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

 

Karen had been kidnapped. Her three friends Clare, Kate and Sharon have vowed to rescue her from the hands of the cruel bastards who took advantage of her lucrative body. The tri-squad could not even try to adjust their senses to imagine what could be happening to her. All they hoped for was for her to be alive and kicking. They had to plan for the rescue mission.

 

That night, they did not report to their respective homes. Clare, Kate and Sharon had a plan to engage in some dirty duties done by the call girls hoping they would bore fruits in rescuing their friend Karen. A friend of Clare by name Jake had agreed to harbor them in his vicinity as they made plans on how they would execute their plan. They drove to Jake’s house and after they had chitchat in this and that, they sat on the circular lighted-gazebo, which was built architecturally to suit the midnight meat wolfers’.  Jake offered to help them in their plans but they turned down his offer at first.

 

‘We will do it our way’, Clare Responded. ‘This is our mission remember?’ she squinted her left eye as she gave him a soundly peck. Jake gazed at her for some time before he went ahead to prepare a balefire that would keep the warm for the night. The time was at 8pm. Darkness had enveloped the entire of the horizon. The sky was full of stars; both the dimming and the shinning ones. The crickets and frogs could be heard on the outside as they made their noises. The cool breeze would sweep the air around them occasionally making the whole humidity optimum for human survival. It was beautiful. They slowly converged at the balefire and commenced the plan.


After about 15 minutes, they all rose from the wooden seats and each of them rushed in different routes around the homestead. Each got back with some weird looking club attire. The ladies were all glam. You would confuse them with those brothel ladies who wear to impress anyone who got the cash to squander on them as they roughly devour them. Their current look would liquefy the heart that those shy men hold deep in their inner spirit. Sharon, though looking like she was in her birth-suit, did not like it. She felt naked. she kept looking at herself plastering that woebegone impression on her face. Her thighs had never been exposed like that publicly before.

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VENDATA: NAIROBI CITY

By: Melting Ice Towers | Sunday 22nd January |8:56pm |

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[The ‘Shamba’ Boy Chronicles Episode 1]

I gladly alighted from the ‘pimped’ dark blue ‘Nuclear Sacco’ matatu that ferried passengers from a certain interior part of Central Province to the famed Nairobi City. This was my first visit to the city. Before then, I had preconceived notions about the city. It was a place of wonder ranging from:- exquisite fun, tall buildings, underground roads I hear in Thika Road,topless women who walk like they own the city and the most derogatory people of all time, the pickpockets! I wanted to see all the kind of things I have been hearing from my grandma’s torch-radio.

I was a 22-year-old jobless man who did not have a chance to study as my fellow village herdsmen and quarry men since my childhood. Life had hit me so hard in the village until my mum sent me here for a survival mission. I will tell you more about the mission later. My mum advised me just before I left home to at least present myself as familiar to the city lets people would take advantage of me. I was 23 but I was a mama’s boy. Am proud of that. She had been my only parent for 23 good years.

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As I was busy staring at the ‘Maathai’ Supermarket Banner on the retail business building, I remembered I had some luggage inside the ‘matatu’. It was a sack of potatoes and a 50 kg bag full of dried maize. Ugali was my favorite meal. I would eat it with anything including water or just like that. I hurriedly walked at the back of the matatu and met the matatu ‘boot’ closed. I quickly opened it and checked my luggage. It was notinside.

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A WORD FOR THE YOUTH

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Hello Youth,

Your time as a youth will come and later disappear. You are young for now but days are counting and time waits for no man. Soon, you will hit 40, then 60 and later 90 if you so lucky to see the years. You will become dependent on your grandchildren in your old age or your servants if you can afford them to perform simple activities of daily living for you. In case you did not realize, time is running. We were in 2005, now we are in 2017; it was Obama now its Trump. Ebola has come and gone. You were in elementary school, now you are almost graduating. Some have already graduated. What you did not realize is that people are different. You could be pursuing a course with your course mate but he/she has a million dollar plan in what they really want to do in life. After 3 -5 years, you are flabbergasted to view their companies and businesses making headlines. Maybe, he/she had informed you about the plan a few years back but you assumed or took it so lightly; made them think they are fools who could never accomplish anything in life. You realize your thinking was so myopic on them. You realize that they had a plan for the future. You realize that they did not waste any of their time while you were busy downgrading their ‘supernatural’ dreams as you called them. It dawns on you that what you threw to them is what they picked up and got the courage to do what you dimmed impossible!

However, time is gone. She /he is there and you are here!

Lesson number one: Treasure your Friends. Encourage them in what they want to pursue. Never underestimate the power of a young person. Never downgrade their dreams.

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The Palace Of Sins

[EPISODE ONE]

Creative Works By: [Ken N Speranza]

imageThe palatial mansion stood huge as its great artistic walls made it visible at the summits. The trees that surrounded the place made it look like a hidden paradise. It was situated on a hilly area such that everyone who paid residence to the area would perceive its rooftops. At the metallic electronic gate entrance, one would view the international standard swimming pool and a dozen nude strippers. As new time visitors to the place, we were marveled at the great sight of the ‘hidden insides’. All we saw before we ever had this great chance to get here was the rooftop chimney and the great walls surrounding the palace. Nothing more would be made credible of what lay inside the mansion.

We met this gigantic soldier whose appearance sent chills through the backbone to the popliteal fossa of our humble making. He was a giant of a man with great shoulders equipped with oak beam arms. His face was a product of multiple gang fights and a protruding scar on the left cheek could send a message. Not a good message though. He turned his face towards us as we approached the gate. He glanced at us as if calculating the momentum needed for us to escape the premises. He had adorned the country’s official Army Uniform complemented with white gloves on both arms. We were inside a Mercedes S-Class vehicle, which was used for ferrying people in and out of the premises. The vehicle halted at the soldier’s place. The soldier bowed down at the driver’s place and saluted after recognizing the chauffer.

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