The Observer: YOUTH – It’s Our Time

Article Written By: [Ken & Speranza]

The persona in the story is an Intellect Observer.;
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It was on a Friday afternoon just after I had been interviewed at a certain prestigious corporate company. The only thing I had in my palm was my mobile phone and some bit of nervousness consuming each thought I had about the outcome of the interview. I had adorned that black suit that I usually reserved for such important days and those pitch black shoes that complemented my outlook as I walked majestically across the town.

The scorching sun and the chilly psychic wind were inflicting their arrogance on me as I paved my way to the ‘matatu’ stage whereby I could board a vehicle that would ferry me to my vicinity. The vendors were busy minding their businesses inside the flocked town. In my escapades, I actually groped under a sweaty woman’s armpit as she shouted explosively in a bid to sell her merchandise.

I approached the matatu station and met a black graffiti matatu that was almost full. I boarded it and walked straight to the back left seat [let me call it a bench; it was not worth the name seat] at the window. I always loved observing as I travelled. I can say that being an observer has made me discover many things in this young world. Moreover, I understand undeniably that the sweetness of traveling is observing. Just when I was approaching the seat, I noticed it had a hole at the center of the worn out cushions. I could not settle myself proportionately. I had to seat at a certain angle making sure not to injure my sciatic nerve in my less adorable gluteal tissue.  Inside the matatu were a whole lot of alarming warning stickers and images of those musicians we here on radios. The tout hang around shouting in tantrums as he hang around like an empty bottle of liquor. The engine started and for whatever reason, I had to stick to my seat until I arrived at my destination.

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THE UNFINISHED HOUSE 2

Story By: {Ken N Speranza}

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(Check out part one here > [ the Unfinished House 1])

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She twisted on her bed smiling as she gazed at the ceiling. She had made the first achievement of what her purpose was that day. She felt she had succeeded.  His smile, physique was still fresh on her mind. She again remembered his father’s advice to him and noted that the man was true to his words and that he kept promises. This increased the intensity of attraction towards him. She coiled herself inside the blankets and slept.

She knew that the next meeting on Thursday would be more fantastic than this.

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Wednesday
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Abby got on her bicycle and rode to town for shopping. She was fond of cycling all the time. she loved it.  While she was going around the town, she came across many people going around their businesses. She was very observative and there is something that caught her eye that reminded her of the guy she had met at the plantation – Cain. She had spotted a couple seated at a restaurant laughing and smiling at each other in a lovely way. This moved her. She halted her bicycle and spent a little bit of her time gazing at them. Her face changed. It reflected the face of a cute little girl who was yearning for something.   Her heart beat much fast. The grip on her bicycle hand bars strengthened. Her teeth clenched together. The adhesive force between the bicycle saddle and her body grew tight. She stood there for a while as she stared straight at the couple who were busy enjoying while having the short meals. she then decided to keep on track. She cycled back home.
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the Inferno: How we torched our school

Our school, under the new management of a principal who did not know how we had been governed all through had become a hell of a place. He introduced an entire set or rules that affected us adversely in his benefits. Obedient and smart boys go to boarding high school and return home as redundant, hard headed and stiff like a rock. They are changed boys and in most cases, to the worst. High school is the one of the places that could make a young man a bad man for the rest of their lives.

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It came a time when one student whistled at a lady teacher who had recently been employed inside the school.s She was strikingly beautiful and a spectacle to all the boys in the school.

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HANNAH N’ OLIVER 3

Written by : KeN And Speranza

[ Part One ]

[ Part Two ]


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HANNAH AND OLIVER: [PART THREE]

They approached an old looking hall full of young looking rugged women. She was dropped inside the hall where she lay helpless like a strand of spaghetti draped over furniture. She lay unconscious on the floor. The women in the place looked weak and feeble.  Their faces had huge pregnant stories to tell. Where was this place? She automatically knew that something was not right.  The two men who had brought her walked towards the door and locked it from the outside.

 

She slowly raised her head and gazed at the surroundings around her. She was appalled. A horde of young ladies lay helpless on the floor of the hall. They seemed abused, intoxicated and dehydrated.  As she was trying to  get herself  up, she felt something pressing hard on her cleavage area. She slowly inserted her left hand inside her dress and unmasked a tag that had been permanently inscribed around her neck. It was written no. 1061. She gazed at it again. She noted that all the ladies  inside the hall had the same tag but a different number. She wondered what it meant.


The hall was dark. It was during the night. Her watch read 1am. She sat at the corner of the hall wondering  about her fate.  She hunched up her legs until the knees touched her chest. She held herself and started staring at the young girls. She wondered why they looked so weak and feeble. She wondered what they were being subjected to. Some of the ladies were ‘au natural’ while some had torn clothes that exposed their unwashed bodies. She noted that some of them had fresh cuts and scars on their faces and thighs. Hannah’s heart pounded hard as she  realized that this was not a bed of roses. The condition that the ladies were in, explained it all.

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Half Baked Men

Half Baked Men

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Creative Works By : Melting Ice Towers

Ever gone to a place and wondered what life is? Men are just extremely engrossed in non-profitable businesses and they do not care. Businesses like basking under the sun at 8 am on a Monday morning whilst discussing uneducated bullshit and the likes. A Generation where men have ‘thin’ minds and grow thinner each day as they are continually devoured by each bottle of beer they consume.

It is around 8 am. The sky is blue. The scorching sun is aggressively shining its light on the remnants of the earth. Diana is walking down the road towards town for shopping. She is dressed on that fish sundress that is bright yellow in color. Her black heels and dark shades adding flavor to her clad. She had visited her countryside to check on her friends. She was fond of travelling too. It was long ago since she came home from town. Many things had changed since then.

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the UNFINISHED HOUSE

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Creative Works by : Melting Ice Towers

This was the fifth day out when she was staring at this man at the pineapple plantation. She was anxious to speak to know him and get to understand him. She had this unknown attraction to this hardworking man. She did not know anything personal about him. All she knew was that he came to the plantation on Mondays and Thursdays. She made sure she visited the place on these days to make sure she saw him do what he did. She had not had a man in her life before. She wanted to feel loved and she needed to feel what people in love felt. This inner spirit drove her crazy every day and night. She would feel her muscles twitch and her temperature rising especially when she had feelings of her ‘future-man’. Many men had made advances on her but she remained to this one guy she had never spoke to –the man at the pineapple plantation.

She had monitored this man until she had known his routine. He would weed the plantation for some hours then disappear in some bushes. After a while, he would emerge with different clothes then rush to a nearby eatery frequented by fellow farmers’ just meters from the plantation.  The man followed that routine strictly and this added some worth in him from her. She admired his set of style and timing.




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TASTE ME . . . BE MY PRISONER

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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THE ACCLIVITOUS TIDE

Creative Works By: Ken N Speranza

Today is June 1st 2016. We are in this part of the world that has become extremely party-engrossed every day of the week. Theoretically, here at campus, there are parties every day of the week. ‘Hungry’ Guys prey on unsuspecting ladies and ‘screw’ them without their consent. Nowadays, almost all campus parties must involve premature-sex; not just booze and dance –that is what a ‘complete house party’ is explained in simple terms. The crafty ways that are being used to drug ladies are well pronounced products that are effective in making damsels drowsy and accept almost everything at their new ‘mood.’ We came across this lady who almost succumbed during her first campus party. She was drugged and roughly deflowered by a guy he met a few days before the party. What she recalls was the way she couldn’t resist the guy in any way during the act. She kept saying that the drug had something to do with how she was so naïve and submissive. In her dreams she says that she keep seeing the face of that guy making her nights uncomfortable.

 

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CAMPUS: THE ‘HELB’ CRAZE

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‘Hey, have you got ‘helb’?’ Shem asked Reece.

‘No, have you?’ he asked him in response.

‘I haven’t received yet’

‘Does it mean some people have received ‘helb’ money?’ Reece asked in an appalled manner.

‘I was just asking because am actually tired of waiting’

Helb’ is a certain amount of money that is loaned to some university students to help them with their campus needs.
Reece was a third year student who had been receiving ‘helb’ money since he was in first year. Since then, he had been used to writing his objectives of what to do with the helb money. This time around, he had a new mission. He had been circulating and exchanging his ladies in circles, playing the game and changing the cards in a professional unnoticed manner. He had been on top of the food chain in this type of game. He was cute and he knew how to ‘play the cards wisely’.

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part 2: THE TEMPTING WAVE

she was emotionally and economically weak

she was emotionally and economically weak

check out before reading this : TEMPTING WAVE PART ONE

She rolled from side to side in a bid to get some sleep. She kept rotating her slender beautiful body wondering where her life was to start. Her eyes were open and her face could tell it all. She was unsettled. She could not find sleep though. The ceaseless sounds that emanated from the other houses next to her could not even make her have peace with herself. She was in sixes and sevens. When other couples were living life, when other children were being pampered by their parents, when other families were planning make over’s and good life strategy, Joy was in a dilemma. She was between a rock and a hard place. She was torn between two worlds. She had to choose between becoming the woman of the night and begging.

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ROUSED ESPOUSALS

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Heightened tender  love

Build in a bundle of bravura clouds

To unreachable heights

I feel like the wind blew my heart away

Memories making me live each day

Our unfathomable recollections

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