Monthly Archives: December 2014

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015

BY

KEN AND SPERANZA

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Happy New Year 2015.

It’s yet another year.

Where we got to let the by gone be gone.
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Light the flame to light our ways this year.

When we got to rise and raise our heads.

Wake up and walk to our dreams.

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Run and learn to reawaken our forgotten dreams.

Tend our flower gardens and it the flowers of our lives blossom.

For we got our life’s to live lively.

Have a prosperous 2015 and let your life prosper.

Happy 2015 and have more than 2015 wishes to fulfil.

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HORROR INSIDE THE LUXURY BUS

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

KAREN SAT LONELY KNOWING THAT SHE WAS TO TRAVEL AGAIN. THE TRAUMA INSIDE HER WAS TERRIFYING

KAREN SAT LONELY KNOWING THAT SHE WAS TO TRAVEL AGAIN. THE TRAUMA INSIDE HER WAS TERRIFYING

Karen was staring at the portrait of her granny who had perished in grisly road carnage. The repercussion of the latter created a greater mental effect on her. She was only 16 and she had already started foreboding posh vehicles.  Her sister Annette was busy assisting her mum to fit luggage inside the car, outside. Karen got up from her seat and walked slowly towards the lounge. No sooner had she got inside the main lounge, than a roughened arm held her shoulder. She turned around abruptly, her hair swinging past her nose. It was her dad, Murray.

‘Hi, Karen?’ he continued, ‘why are you so bored like this?’ Murray asked her.

‘Dad, I can’t imagine we are boarding vehicles again. Can’t we trek?’

‘Are you serious Karen, trekking to Mombasa on such fateful days, cars aren’t that vengeful. Change your attitude and mentality too’ Murray said as he patted her shoulders and walked past Karen.

Karen stood still at the place wondering what a world she was in. she had made up her mind a bit earlier that she wasn’t to board any vehicle in her life. The amputated images of her grandma were occasionally recapitulating in her mind.

They were leaving for Mombasa. It was a luxury trip and Murray was so grateful of his family and always wanted to make them happy. However, Karen had the trauma that had ruptured her mentality while being safe on daddy’s car. She walked slowly and sat on her bed. Her face was weary and she seemed hungry as if she had being starved for a number of days.

‘Karen! Karen!’ her sister Annette came looking for her so that they would set the ball rolling. Karen composed herself and agreed to go. When Annette opened the door, Karen plastered a smile and gave her a hand. They walked out talking happily until they approached the exit door. Agnes their mum was happy and Murray also felt his heart warm because they had seen Karen smiling. Karen hugged his dad and promised his dad that she was never to be pre-occupied again on the issue of accidents. His died smiled again and opened the door for the sisters. Agnes had agreed to drive the car for that day.

Murray's 2012 Volkswagen jetta gli

Murray’s 2012 Volkswagen jetta gli

The sleek Volkswagen drove and pulled up outside a gate.

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10.7K READERS IN FOUR MONTHS !

BY : KEN AND SPERANZA
Each time the sun rises all we wish is good radiance of the day

Each time it sets all you want is thank all those who spiced up your day and thank the Almighty

All those who made your flowers blossom

Filled your world with roses

SPERANZA NDUNG'U |BLOGGER MELTING ICE TOWERS

SPERANZA NDUNG’U |BLOGGER MELTING ICE TOWERS

All you want to do is make their expressions change

Make them smile from dawn to dusk

Offer them some warmth

Raise them to the heights of the jubilated sometimes feel like dancing with them and make their world lovely

KEN MAWIRA |BLOGGER MELTING ICE TOWERS

KEN MAWIRA |BLOGGER MELTING ICE TOWERS

When we started the blog all we wanted is make each sun rise and sun set a day worth celebrating our talents

It’s a joy seeing more than 10,000+ people scratch our backs in a bid to get more articles

And all you want do is make use of the power of the pen write and write more

THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE HELPED US IN INITIAL STAGES OF FORMING THIS BLOG

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THE CRY OF THE ‘OPPRESSED’ part 2

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

cry of the forgotten | MELTING ICE TOWERS

cry of the forgotten | MELTING ICE TOWERS

We live in a world that has many pros and cons. Most of the people in this globe don’t really care of how other people strain to survive in this world. People are really suffering. They suffer in anticipation of getting to live the next day. They suffer in order to get ‘a breathe’ of sustenance of the following day. The few who are super rich don’t really care of how the poor survive. They are just interested in accumulating wealth while some of them are the sole proprietors of the suffering poor people.

How much have been said of the poor generation? What has been done? You can admit that people are been subjected to abject poverty each rising day. The diseases of the poor e.g. cholera, always make sure they are on the rise in such areas.

Personally, we have investigated a lot of things that many do not know. Poor women who have a lot of children, sell their children to help them survive. The reason behind this, is that they do not have the capacity to feed all their children daily. They would succumb to hunger and die if they tried to stay with them for some more time.

POOR PEOPLE IN SHANTIES

POOR PEOPLE IN SHANTIES

People live in conditions that are totally non-explainable to somebody living a considerable lifestyle. The poor even slaughter cats, rats, dogs and other deadly animals like snakes so as to sustain them for at least two more days.  Their news are very welcoming to the media and bloggers who post very heartbreaking photos in dire anticipation that there would be help from any well-wisher.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOGGER

KENNEDY MAWIRA TURNING 19

KENNEDY MAWIRA TURNING 19

It’s amazing how time flies

Days pass

Months follow

Years seem to crack our hard shells of age.

As years pass we blow our trumpets so hard

Sing our voices out as we celebrate our birthdays.

CANDLES LIT

CANDLES LIT

We look at the sky and admire its azure nature in this 19th year

Look at the sun that has been hitting your forehead for the last 18years

And when it is not all, look at the flowers that blossomed each day that passed

Wait for the rain to fall so as to nourish this year for you

And this is when we light candles for you

To shine all over

And guide your path throughout this year

BLOGGER OF THE YEAR

BLOGGER OF THE YEAR

Happy birthday blogger

Happy birthday Kennedy Mawira

Smile

Show out your teeth

We want see a happy 19 face

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN

A LADY CALLED GILLIAN…. AND THE GANG

BY KEN AND SPERANZA

SHE WORE SEDUCTIVE SHORT DRESSES TO LURE THE MEN'S EGO

SHE WORE SEDUCTIVE SHORT DRESSES TO LURE THE MEN’S EGO

Her hair dazzled. Her face was bright and she seemed to possess a lot of hope in life. Her expression of beauty was more than a word to her. This tall studious lady was the centre of attraction to the urban men. She made it sure that everywhere she moved, she was glared at. Failure to glare at her, would pronounce a false prophecy to her judgment. She expected men and women to show that ‘wanting’ look. Her short pants and dresses made it clear to what she really aspired- attention. She was the ‘attention seeker’.

Her long, black hair was natural and was treated more than any other asset she possessed. Her long, brown, non-sooty legs were also her icon. She made it sure that she visited a professional masseuse for the job well done on daily basis. Her name was Gillian.

EXPENSIVE WAS HER SECOND NAME.

EXPENSIVE WAS HER SECOND NAME.

Her talks around the town were wired throughout. She had been making men fight and engage in unproductive talk. A certain gang of boys, who had been terrorizing the town for a while, had been investigating Gillian for some time. They had been residing in the urban area for quite some time. They decided to work out ‘something’ to keep her ‘attention’ shut. They came up with a very well developed plan to capture this high class lady. She wasn’t the type you would bump on and get to know the other side in such an abrupt manner. At some moments, she was the refined one!

they rented a Bentley to woo her

they rented a Bentley to woo her 

The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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EACH TIME I SLEEP…

BY KEN N SPERANZA

lovely couple hugging seductively

lovely couple hugging seductively

Each time I sleep I always count your presence

My voice always calling you in my dreams

My hand trying to reach you

Stars shining so bright to see you alive and full of life

And it will always rain as a sign of blessing

I FEEL EXTREMELY PROTECTED WHEN I'M WITH YOU

I FEEL EXTREMELY PROTECTED WHEN I’M WITH YOU

Stay with me

Watch over me

Lull me in my dreams

Watch over my path throughout the night

TO A PLACE WHICH IS COOL SUCH AS THIS

TO A PLACE WHICH IS COOL SUCH AS THIS

Make me smile all through

And when it is morning

Open the curtains for me

Let us enjoy he sunlight together

For we will always be one each day that passes

LOVE

LOVE

YOU KILLED ME BARRACK – Melting Ice Towers

I MISS YOU BARRACK. I REALLY DO.

I MISS YOU BARRACK. I REALLY DO.

Rage was burning inside her. She got her clutch and car keys and got out of the mansion. The outside atmosphere was cold and the sounds of crickets combined with those of weird night-birds were evident at her massive compound.

It was at 9 pm.

SHE GOT INSIDE THE GARAGE AND DROVE HER 2015 FORD MUSTANG

SHE GOT INSIDE THE GARAGE AND DROVE HER 2015 FORD MUSTANG

She quickly got outside the garage and within seconds, a Ford Mustang got out of the garage and soon, she was driving at a certain estate called Bentakara. It was a rich estate where only those who had a reasonable amount of cash could afford to rent a mansion there.

She had been living in Bentakara earlier when her relationship with his husband was full of life and abyss fun until a lady called Nora engulfed her sweet life.

The car halted at the gate of her marital home. She sat transfixed on the seat and gradually, the sweet memories of her earlier life started consuming her. She started flashbacking the episodes of sweet love she had enjoyed with her husband Barrack.

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