The tower of love
Most treasured jewel
Breath-taking one
My enlightening moon
My starlight in the nights
My horizon in the world
Forest the heart with all the affection and love
Make it flow in chill veins
Remove the clot of loud loneliness in it
Wash it sparkling clean
Whiten it with your trust
Leave it an immensely showered with love
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At exactly 11pm, there was a knock at the lorry’s driver door. It was not a single knock but a persistent knock. Issa slowly got up from his limbo. He was a bit conscious. He unnoticeably unlocked the door and opened it. Alas! Before him was a young lady, maybe 18 who was dressed in a brown pullover and black lingerie. She had donned white sport shoes and black stockings. Her left hand was holding the door open while her right hand was already exploring the truck’s seats. She twitched and writhed on her standing position as she lifted her left leg onto the truck’s entrance.
Carl and Liz were beside each other; cuddling as Liz lay his head on Carl’s shoulders. They had no clothes.
‘I’m starving’, Carl hungrily spurted out
‘Same applies to me’ she responded
‘Ladies job in the African world was to fetch food, so walk out’ Carl requested
‘Mmm…’ she chuckled. ‘Men’s job is to fetch firewood, so get up’ Liz jeered at Carl as she pulled him from his seated position on the rock. They all set out to look for the preferred items. Carl went around gathering small sticks and kept them in an arranged manner. Before he was done, he spotted something unique and went for it. It was a tattered piece of magazine and a human premolar tooth beside it. He was shocked by the size of the premolar tooth. It wasn’t normal.
He reported back to the area they had agreed to light the fire. There was an aroma of something cooking.
The plane tilted the cockpit ramming the air downwards at a terrific speed. Greg and Colly were just but crying clung to their mother’s waist. Its velocity as it propelled downwards increased as oxygen supply became insufficient. Some people fainted as others plummeted downwards hitting the door heading to the cockpit. One of the short windows cracked open forcing the other windows to crack and break open at the climax. A blustery of wind and the pressure the plane had exerted made Carl and his wife Liz among other passengers, who were standing, be blown out through the open door. Colly and Greg were left inside the plane trying to open their seatbelts to follow suit of their parents. It was too late for that.
She opened her eyes semi full. As she tried to open them well to visualise me. She rubbed her eyes using her left hand and gazed at me more closely.
“Hey. You got up to early.” she said as she spread her legs towards the bottom of the bed and slept in supine position.
“Good Morning.” I said as I came closer and kissed her lips. She was warm. We looked at each other and smiled today. We knew what we expected today.
She lifted the blankets exposing her au natural body and directed my right hand towards her belly. She looked at me and smiled. She was 8 months and some weeks pregnant. She hadn’t hit the 9 month yet. Her belly wasn’t that soo big as the once we have been viewing on the Web. I remember the Nurse Practitioner telling us that for a first time woman (primigravida), the uterus has a good tone and it’s not stretched thus it’s hard for someone to notice their pregnancy not until they are almost on their term dates.
We looked at the belly together as we noticed some movements on her belly.
“oh, she moved. Did you see that? ”
” Yeah. I saw that. That is wonderful.” I said as I was soo pleased.
“what did you think it is? A boy or girl? “.
” I don’t know. But I am ready for anything that God gives us.” I said as I encouraged her to get out of the bed.
He stopped gazing at the machine and directed his eyes towards me. He walked towards me, lifted me up, and made me sit on his hands as I directed my legs around his waist. He forcefully kissed my dry cracked lips for some time before applying some lube (his saliva) on them. He spread his fingers across my bum and grasped me more tightly. I wasn’t responding in any way to what he was trying to communicate. I had no guts. I had lost the interest. He put his head on the right side of my head and kissed my sensitive neck as my nuchal veins pulsated on his lips. He started kissing my neck continuously as he coasted downwards towards my cleavage area. I couldn’t allow him to go past that. I threw myself from him and slapped him severally on his head. Instead of him feeling the pain, I could feel intense pain on my palms after slapping him.
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