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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 4 [ FINALE ]

| PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP |

 

| PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 2|

 

| PART THREE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3 |

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⇓⇓⇓  this is part 4 finale ⇓⇓⇓

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Costa lifted her up and started walking towards one of the private rooms. The club’s wall was lined with silver plated rims together with the rare shiny sapphires, which made the aisle to the insides extremely gorgeous. The blue red dim lights along the aisle were just ‘on point’ was they anchored them towards their final destination. Costa held her up above his torso as he walked. Their hungry lips would say high to each other as they continued walking. Little did he know Kate’s plan. Deep inside her, she also had that negative feeling that anything would happen to her. The fact that she had seen the weapon for mass destruction inside his coat, she felt threatened. Nevertheless, she kept herself strong.

 

They arrived at a certain dark corridor with minimal romantic lights leading to a gold-plated door. He walked until he halted at the doorstep. At the top of the door, was a plate written ‘COSTA’. It was his private room. He slowly put her down and placed his right palm on the sensor at the door, which recognized him. The door opened after a number of clicks. He lifted her up once again and walked inside locking the door using his leg. He dropped her on the massive bed. She glowed in beauty. Using her investigative eyes, she started observing the room’s contents and design. She explored the interiors seductively as she exhumed every part of herself that she wanted Costa to view. She knew how to keep him interested. She kept turning and twisting on top of the bed as she glared at the room’s beauty.

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In front of her, was a huge screen that showed the ongoing inside the club. She would see her friends Sharon and Clare taking strange men for a ride as they danced electrically. She was positive about the plan.

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Dr. Jaoko, His Range Rover And The Club

Taste Me and Become My Prisoner

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Its 5 am on a Wednesday morning; the air is quite wet and it is drizzling lightly. The sky is a bit dark with the stars disappearing gradually as the dawn dawns. The path is muddy due to last night’s heavy downpour. Puddles and murky pools of water are all over the façade of the ground.

 

Mr. Jaoko has just left the bar towards home. If you are a pseudo-medical analyst, his ataxic weak gait and diplopic sleepy eyes can give you an estimate of the alcohol-dosage he devoured.Alcohol was his dearest friend.He had clung to it like vines on a rock wall.The insensate personality in him kept predominating 100% as he scuttled home. The humid, damp, clammy climate reduced Mr. Jaoko to a limp wet rag.

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part two: HANNAH N’ OLIVER

By: Ken N Speranza


SHE FEARED BEING KIDNAPPED BUT WHAT COULD HELP HER NOW?

SHE FEARED BEING KIDNAPPED BUT WHAT COULD HELP HER NOW?


Check out  HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story


Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor.  His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face.  He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.

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The ‘Black Pigment’ In a Lady’s Skirt

After attaining a certain age in this tradition, Asha was scheduled to undergo the ‘cut’ or as the say Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). It was mandatory. Failure to go would pronounce you an outcast of the society and nobody would allow you to their vicinities. She took her girth, faced the bull by its horns, and underwent the painful procedure. Only a small opening was left for excretion of liquid matter and painful bleeding sutures that made her persevere through a painful month. She almost died of excessive blood loss. They say by circumcising ladies, they preserve them to be married off as virgins. Men in the community value chastity and the reason behind the Cut. Adding on to that, after FGM Asha was to be married off to a ‘potential husband’ who she had never seen. These things happened in a strike of lightening.

sad sad and that bad life which no one deserves

sad sad and that bad life which no one deserves

The elders converged to a meeting and discussed about this girl called Asha. She was young but she seemed grown.

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part 3: HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES

part one : HERE

part two : HERE

this is part three of the story.↓↓

‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?

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the SILENT KILLER

BY : [ KEN AND SPERANZA ]

THE SILENT KILLER: POVERTY

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help and feel good enough to do it. life is really cutting off on these lonely hungry children of the poor parents

Throngs of white-washed faced children, with annoying streaks of faded urine plastered on their calf muscles. They are marauding the slum area playing around with puddles and discolored dirty-looking streams of water which occasionally form when it happens to rain. Looking from the horizon, the ramshackle settlements are closely built together in a bid to support each other. Theoretically, in any case one of the houses at the end fall, the entire row collapses with a thud! Walking in between the crowded aisles and cramped alleyways, all kinds of business men and woman have displayed their merchandise including food products on the walking pathways just above freely running dirty streams. This doesn’t make the slum people feel a bit nervous buying such products but it’s a norm and that’s what they live on. On the back of houses and on mountains of garbage, weak-looking frail mangy dogs scamper everywhere around the place. This is a place where plain Ugali (African Cake) is the only affordable staple food from January 1st to December 31st. as a reader, it’s hard to understand the kind of Economic strains some people go through. Where the residents wash their faces with puddles of water or streams that form whenever it rains. In this settlement, crime happens and death goes unnoticed. In the stalls, alcohol is cheaper to purchase than food thus most tend to stay on alcohol claiming that it takes away the pain of hunger. Where parents force their children to prostitution to at least bring food on the table. In such places, sex is the main form of entertainment between couples such that they have a number of uncountable children of which they can’t manage. This is the daily living of almost half of the world’s population.

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a RHAPSODY OF BEHAVIORAL CHANGE

by [ KEN N SPERANZA ]

Let yourself be seen as a candle lit but not as an empty bottle to be filled

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we have stages of change in our behavior such that if any stage is interfered with, we loose our focus

A human being is a creature who’s been created in a very complicated way. Whoever believes there is no supreme being that created heaven and earth, doesn’t understand the complicated physiology of human beings. Our brain is integrated to help us differentiate good and bad. To some, they have programmed themselves that the ‘bad’ is ‘good’ and vice-versa. This happens when someone kills for pleasure or as ‘they’ say ‘when I kill a non-member of my ‘family’ I go to heaven’. Such people view killing as normal and good in the eyes of whoever watches us. Anyway, our main aim of writing this article was to understand role change and behaviour.


 

How do we change our behaviour? What motivates? What is it that happens that one just changes his way of living and starts living in a completely different way? When you start thinking of such things, you get to put yourself in the shoes of someone who wants to change and you visualise on factors that may precede personal behavioural change. What are they? We have all changed our behaviours in one way or the other. Formal ways of changing behaviours are mostly in schools where the teacher tells a young kid that eating ball pen cork’s is not healthy or a mother disciplining her child because of touching dirt or playing with sharps. However, there are the non-formal ways in which we change behaviour. This is the best and most effective method of practice of changing behaviour because it comes from the inside.

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part two:’HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDE’

SHERRY AND ‘THE COLLECTOR’

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SHE WAS SHOCKED BEYOND HER USUAL EXPERIENCES

STORY BY [ KEN AND SPERANZA ]

click HERE FOR PART ONE

She kept banging the doors and making those grunting noises to be released by the man who had termed himself as ‘the collector’. She couldn’t imagine what was about to happen to her. Worse thoughts of rape and torture rushed through her mind as she continued kicking her legs on the dashboard and twisting her neck in that torticollis-like way in a bid to free herself. The driver stopped the vehicle at a certain rather dark place where trees had bend over covering the road as if bowing down in prayer. He opened the door and walked out towards the side of the lady and opened the front door. Even before she asked anything, she received blows and abuses hurled furiously against her. The guy pulled her outside in the dark and slapped her thighs as he made sure he curbed her mouth fully to succumb her screams to the depth of silent moans.

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the TREASURED LETTER

Hello there

Valentine is around the corner

All that drives me is this pen and thoughts

Flashbacks that make me quiver

Reminding me of those candles, we are about to light

The roses that take my breathe away

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I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE GREAT MOMENTS

This is another year for us

A promising year of the world cultured in red

A world where we speak and shine love

Where our hearts pour out that escalating love

Illuminate each edge

 

Beauty of nature

I want to watch every minute glitter

Glitter of that satisfactory joy

Breath and let out that breathe of love

Glitter and glisten of that inbuilt power

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THE WALKS AROUND THE GARDENS

Our strengths that live in us

I want to watch to us glow

Grow and blossom with love

Nurture what lies deep in us

Treasure our strongholds

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THE PLAY AND THE LAUGH THAT I ALWAYS MISS

I want to watch your eyeballs bulge

As an admiration of what nature granted us

Nurture what nature gave us

Make it our small piece of art

Moreover, curve it in an artistic way

 

OTHER ARTICLES BY MIT

  1. THE L- BOMB
  2. SEDUCTION : JACK AND ELENA
  3. FORBIDDEN PASSIONS
  4. AMOR : FISIOLOGIA DEL AMOR

 

 

TORMENT: GRINDING ON THE SAW

This article revolves around the suffering of human beings precisely either internal or external torture. This can be as a result of natural, political, emotional or spiritual interventions that overwhelm the human heart to a point that they decide suicide is the best option of survival.

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There comes a time in life when all you have has been deprived off you; when you feel you cannot move anymore.  The clenching of teeth and wiping tears that never ceases to roll. Your eyes change to red color for a number of weeks until you feel you cannot do it anymore. The feeling is overwhelming and excruciating. That is the time you know the real pain of suffering. 

Suffering is an excruciating situation in which you feel so deprived of something that really mattered to you. The feeling prolongs for long depending on the subject it is based upon. These can be in political instability, death, poverty, children exploitations where young children are recruited as soldiers, sex exploitation especially where women are imported secretly or conned for sex-slavery. The get into the world of massive torment and torture. A world that nobody ever wanted or believed they would ever be in. A world where all the voices you know or have heard about are related to screams and anguishing in abject torture.

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