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My head had not lost consciousness to the extent of not visualizing completely. I could see a blurred vision of a human figure at the door. I did not even want to think who it was. All I knew is that I was in safe hands. He stood there looking at me with those sharp chatoyant eyes. He got closer still fixed on my embodiment. I wanted him for sure. I wanted to feel his passion, his touch, his taste and his everything that he had to offer me. There was this spirit in me that was soo wanting at the moment. Despite having the drink to my occiput, I was able to move myself like a slithering snake towards his direction. The dim lights made just the right atmosphere. I do not know if it is my eyes that had the blur or was it the lighting. I just felt cool with the view.
He sat at the end of the couch that I was in. gradually; I crawled on fours towards where he was and hugged him from behind. I held his shoulders tightly as I feared I would trip over. The zeal in me was killing my system. My short dress had already coasted upwards towards the head of my femur bone but who cared? It was Josh and I. I mean, I wanted him. I bent his neck on the side and gave a moist peck on his neck. He twitched. I could feel the warmth in his skin. The engorged neck veins were sending a message. He was also getting into the mood despite not revealing it physically. I could see his toes curled up on the wooly-carpeted floor.
This is part 5 of this story
Bella and Baron
I screamed soo loudly as I bow down my head in a bid to curb the pain inflicted on my fingers. The pain was too much to bear. I could feel the cartilage and collateral ligaments of my knee dancing to the excruciating pain forcing me to stay on the grimy floor as I writhed as a dying snake. My eyes were fixed on my broken finger as I visualized a white colored bone on it. It was broken. I mean, my finger was broken and it had exposed even the phalanges. I kept on wailing at the top of my voice until there was no sound coming from my mouth again. All my mouth and my facial muscles did were look like I was wailing but unfortunately, no sound could manage to come out.
‘My God!’ I screamed. What had he turned to? I mean, I thought Boyka was the one who had inscribed this utmost Satanism in him. At this moment, I had no doubt he was the real ‘proprietor’. I gazed at him. I was still crying at the top of my voice as I slowly writhed away from him. I could not even walk; I walked on my knees just like a toddler as I calculated to what extent I was to the door. All I wanted for now was to escape the whole mess that I had got myself into.
He slowly came forward and sat on his desk. He sat right on the place he had cut my finger on. To be much more vivid, his buttock had sat on my blood. I pushed myself quickly towards the corner near the door. I now feared him for sure. He was not going to help me at any cost. My heart was trembling so hard such that I could feel it beating. I gazed at him. I felt so bad for having assisted him get out of the club. This is what it cost me. To start with, I was naked, I hadn’t eaten a thing, I was smelling my own feaces , I had been roughed up, I had almost been raped and lastly, I had lost a finger. All this because of helping someone who I thought was my to-be boyfriend get home safely.
For Part One Part one : BRUNT THE PIMP’IN VOYAGE
[VOI TOWN – 0900HRS]
‘Pop!’ pop! Pop!’ the high pitched sounds of opening the booze bottles was all that lit up their space as they waited eagerly for the drink to be spilled in their glasses. The bar half-dressed waitress was some kind a tourist attraction to them. Issa was the only one who pretended to be fixed at the glass though he sipped looks at his own opportune time. Juma, Logan and Omondi were all alert to the different human who was seductively putting the drinks on their tab. The lady was dressed on a black above-knee dress, a tight, white above-navel top and those netted leggings that ran from her feet to the top. She made sure she displayed that look and moves that could not be resisted by any man who came to drink at the club.
‘Let me know if you need something else’ she said softly as she smiled at them.
‘Right away. Will let you know. We haven’t got enough of this place’ Juma responded as he removed his tongue out to express his unrelieved daring guts.
‘Call me Anna.’ She said as she waved her hand on them. She did a 360-degree turn making her short dress embrace her waist-length for a while as she walked disappearing in the crowd.
The club was still half-empty. The new day had displaced the customers and the commercial workers too. It usually flocked at night with people from every corner of Kenya and faraway countries too. It was normal to see a few European and American women and men inside the clubs enjoying both the free and costly lives of Kenyan land.
[VOI TOWN – 1100HRS]
He took one deep sip and kept the glass on the table. He released the glass, got hold of the smoking cigar on the ashtray, and inserted it between his thick lips. He inhaled deeply and puffed the air from his mouth. He seemed to be in deep thought. He remembered his family once again and thought about his kids who did not even get to see him. All he was happy about is the fact that the money he earned was enough to take them to school and take care of them at home.
[THE DANGEROUS LIVES OF LONG DISTANCE TRUCK DRIVERS ]
Mombasa (Kwakiziwi Region)
Issa rolled on his king-sized bed with a bat’s eye and stretched his arm to the left switching off the noisy alarm. The time was 2am on Wednesday morning. His right hand was numb due to the spooning posture he had lain with his wife Alika. Alika in Swahili means ‘most beautiful’. He stealthy removed his arm from his wife’s bosom and sat on the bed; His feet touching the cold linoleum floor. He needed to be on his truck by 3am to kick off the long journey to Uganda. He was a truck driver whose return to home formulae had been critically disorganized. The last time he had managed to be home was 3 months ago. He had just arrived the previous night to meet his family; wife and two kids who are in nursery school. He had not even spent 24hrs at his vicinity. He was now getting ready to take off. Before he got out of the bed, Alika, his wife, tagged him using her leg.
‘Hey Babe? What’s up?’ she asked as she rubbed her eyes due to the effect of the bright fluorescent tube above them.
‘I have to be going. This is what we live on. It’s where I get my income.’ He responded as he stretched his hand and beckoned Alika to come closer. She was accustomed to these kind messages for some time now. She could not imagine the solitude-ness and how hard it was to stay without her husband for months. She had survived all the times. She felt it as a heavy burden on her. All in all, she had to agree to that fact.
JONTE AND CATE JENNER
Jonte and Cate Jenner had completed their degrees at a widely recognized University. Completing the degrees was the happiest thing in life that really made them match. After two years of experience, they met again at the same university. Coincidentally, they all wanted to pursue a master’s course. They met across an isolated path as Jonte was going to the lecture hall.
At first, he could not seem to get a clear view. He sent glances towards her for a number of times until they approached each other.
‘Jenner!’ he called out as if he did not know her real name.
‘Jonte’ she called back his name and they hugged.
‘What are you doing here in campus?’ Jonte asked as he inspected her by scrolling his eyes down her books.
‘I have just come back to pursue my master’s degree. ‘What about you?’ she said asked him, ‘what are you doing in campus?’
‘That’s a coincidence! I have also come to pursue my master’s degree’ he said as he glanced around to view whether someone was peeping at them.
They did not have any relationship before. They were just mates back in the undergraduate halls.
‘Where were you heading to? It’s already 2pm.’ He asked Jenner.
Cain and Abby
They arrived at the homestead. She loved the compound at first sight. Cain walked ahead of her and opened the door for her letting her get inside. He later locked the door from behind. He directed her to the couch and made her comfortable by giving her some pieces of newspapers to read as he hurriedly walked into the kitchen. He quickly started preparing some tea while he checked other things to ensure they were ready e.g. Bread and blueband. In an African setting, like that of Cain, a visitor was welcomed with tea and bread no matter the hour of the day as he/she awaited the meal. This is what Cain was currently doing.
Within 20 minutes, the tea was ready and since it was getting late, he quickly served her breakfast as he removed the newspapers she was engrossed in at the couch’s end.
“Thank you, very much. This is so kind of you”. She said
Bella and Baron
This was the third day. I hadn’t eaten a thing since the day I came. As they brought the food, I occasionally threw it on the walls of the dark room I was in. I was feeling the hunger deep inside me. I couldn’t continue anymore. I couldn’t bear the feeling. I had to eat. I told myself as I crawled towards the plate of food that had been placed at the doorstep on the floor. I held the plate in my arms and sat on the cold floor, it was cold. Very cold. I started eating the contents that were on the plate. I didn’t know what they were. I kept eating as I was as hungry as a hyena that had been starved for days. Back home, I was an “eater”, so you Can imagine to what extent I had been suffering.
I couldn’t imagine Baron had done this to me. I looked at myself and felt very ashamed. I had been used. How could I be here while I was trying to help Him get at my home safely? Why do Bad things happen to good people? I kept asking myself rhetorical questions now and then.
After about one hour, I put the empty plate on the ground and tried getting up.
“OH shit ” I had soiled myself. The clothes I had previous night when they had tried to cut of my neck were still on me. I would feel the heaviness of my Abdomen especially my bum. I had to remove the clothes. I slowly got up and slowly removed my entire clothes. I used the clean parts of the undressed clothes as tissue paper. I was clean though the smell inside the room had already intensified.
I started walking around in my birth suit. I couldn’t stand the stench around the room. I started banging the door as I tried to look for an exit. I also thought by banging the door, someone would come and would Give me clothes to wear. I kept banging the door continuously until I got tired. No one was answering my calls. I sat at the far most corner away from my undressed clothes. I hunched up my knees such that my head got in between my knees. I covered my head with my hands and stayed still.
THE DUSK OF JAKE AND ABIGAIL
Abigail and Jake had been married for some time. A colorful wedding had just been successful barely two years ago. Jake was a specialty in Neurosurgery while Abigail was an Economist. Jake’s routine was so tight because he could even be called in the night to perform an emergency surgery. Abigail would report home very early at about 4pm. She was a business lady. She would close her job early and report home. On reaching home, she would occasionally prepare a meal for her 6 month old son and also her husband. Her husband, Jake would report home at unexpected time.
He would sometimes get home at around 10pm onwards. When sleeping on their wedding bed, he would be called during the sweetest part of the night and get out. This wasn’t so pleasing to Abigail. She hated it. Jake made it sure that he spared one day in the middle –week and also the weekends to spend ample time with his family.
This didn’t make Abigail any better. She kept complaining to her inner self. She decided to break the ice to Jake. She waited until Jake had seated on the dining table area.
‘Jake, I feel you aren’t fulfilling in this relationship. I get so lonely staying alone all along. What happened to the promises we made during our colorful wedding?’ Abigail said as she sat directly opposite to Jake.
‘Abigail, my love’ he came closer and held her shoulders as she cuddled her. ‘I have been sparing some ample time for you in the course of the week. I just can’t make it every day because of the job place. I also feel it too but what am I supposed to do? I just don’t want to lose you’ he said as he carried her upstairs to the bathroom.
Abigail smiled and she kissed Jake. She slowly pulled Jake towards the bathroom area and made him undress. They then entered in the hot bathtub. Despite bathing, they spent an entire two-hours having a good time. Abigail had missed it. Jake had also missed it too.
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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.
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!
The day of invasion was on Friday. They knew that Gillian was a frequent customer
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The ungrateful act.
Mack was a manager at a certain company. He had undergone studies till he acquired a PHD. He was now acquiring six-figure salaries at the youthful age of 26. Although he was a very good man, he had one abnormality if not a defect. He was Gay and he loved it. He was offering the services; everything a Gay requires. His services earned more in his country . He earned even more when he