He panicked. He noticed that he was actually holding the newspaper upside down! He watched her small rounded mouth, purple with lipstick turning into a broad smile. She giggled. She uncrossed her leg and crossed the other one. Fluttering unsteadly like a newborn cobra his manhood strained towards an erection.
A road is laid, connecting Kisii to Nyamira county. It
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I am amazed by the state of everything as I sit in my old Mopani chair in the heart of Bulawayo. As I look up, l see the marvellous blue sky covered by a few fluffy clouds and the sun peeping through the clouds as it journeys to its own land which is unbeknownst to
Dear Nadia,I've decided that of all the women I've ever known, you are the only one I will ever love more than writing, adventures, and toys. You may not admit to this but you would want to get married because you are curious and because your age meter is reading higher than temperatures caused by
1.He's waiting for the right time Dear sister, there is no right time for a man who badly wants you. He will want to marry you like yesterday. Controversial Kenyan 'Prophet Dr. Reverend' Kanyari will tell you that he has presided a wedding where a man walks down the aisle with crutches. 2.He suggests a
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Be authentic or keep up with the Kardashians. Do things that interests you or follow the wind. Make your life and life of others fulfilling and meaningful or have political nonsense that usually emanates from the most privileged corners of society to run your life.
So what follows after the meeting is you just slump in your seat, silent, shy and worried. As you analyse the word 'weird' thoughts spiral into a deep pit of delusion. It troubles you because that's the exact word you used to describe a scoundrel character in short fiction stories.
Interesting title, innit? Whenever I used to come to Ghana, I would live like royalty. My family members would cater to me and it would feel like an escape of reality, like every holiday should. For the duration of my stays, I didn’t cook, clean or do laundry and I surely didn’t have to take