She used to come to our church before she didn’t come anymore. I can’t say I was the reason why she changed how she spends her Sundays but I wouldn’t entirely rule out that as a possibility. But, shrug, it cannot be me. We barely...
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You know I am from staring at your inbox right now. Like, just before I began to write this. That’s how much of an effect it still seems you have on me. I thought I was over it. Shit no. Take two? I thought I...
To all the girls who said a silent no to me yet so loud like a Boeing’s engine. You made me the man I am today and probably will forever be. You made my heart beat so helplessly in ecstasy and overflowing adrenaline as I...
“I swear I knew it was going to be a threesome.” “That the baby he wanted would be made by force by threesome?” She snorted. (Read the previous episode here.) **** The conversation swirled towards what would happen if a friend of the opposite gender...
“Being a businessman, I’ve grown to know that you cannot appreciate what you’ve not worked for. You have to feel the pain for you to gain. You want shares? You want to sit at the high table? You will have to put effort.” (Read the...
When a man ignores a call in your presence, better cry foul to the referee of life. Cry about your rights as a woman and plead for justice on your part. (Catch up on the previous episode here.) I have tried to remember a day...
The Mjango
A wooden cabin with a balcony that overlooks a serene horizon, a swinging bench, a hot mug with a faded imprint, a maasai shoal wrapped around her shoulders & mine, and an old radio mildly playing reggae and one drop music. The perfect atmosphere to summon the ghosts of creativity.