Nelson Asienwa: My First Visiting Day.: So the special day had come, the visiting day. It was the first Sunday of the month and everyone but I was prepared to see their parents. I...
Blood of My Blood It was around 1 am, fire was still blazing as Rose, Jane and Grace hopelessly watched. The two police officers endeavored to put it off but it was too wild. Soon, a series of sirens were heard from a distance. A fast moving fire brigade truck made its way into the police station. It was followed by two more huge fire fighting trucks. The fire men hurriedly came off and began to put off the fire which at this time had taken down three quarters of the building. John had already driven to Nairobi Hospital trying to salvage his boss’s life which was in the Holy Heavens at that moment. The two police officers walked towards the direction where the three ladies were standing. Rose held Jane’s both hands and looked in her eyes. “I am sorry Jane. I know this is all because of me. We are all innocent but I will not allow you and your sister to endure any anguish out of my own superciliousness. I will plead guilty for the death of Brian when we appear in court!”...
"I think both of us need space!" Jane insisted. "For the last three months, things have not been the same for us, this thing isn't working. I thought I knew you, I convinced myself I love you and care so much about you, but I don't feel anything for you anymore." She continued as James, her boyfriend stared at her as many questions staggered in his mind. "Why are you doing this to us?" He asked as crests of tears tried to bubble out of his eyes. But he suppressed them in. No, African men do not cry. James was a true son of the African soil born and raised in Western Kenya. He looked at her, walked towards her with a royal smile, held Jane's hand and kissed her fallanjes. "If it's your wish for us to separate, I am sorry I cannot grant it. I love you so much and I am not ready to loose you." James said to Jane while holding her in his magical chocolate brown smooth hands. Arms which no lady would resist to be engulfed i...
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