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Dr. Jaoko, His Range Rover And The Club

Taste Me and Become My Prisoner


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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all relationships start up happily . and everything seems to be so sweet.

all relationships start up happily . and everything seems to be so sweet.

It comes a time in life when you get tired of being submissive to someone who usually treats you like ‘just another stranger’. The ‘anger in you’, the ‘bile in your throat’ keeps getting bitter and bitter as the feelings become more and more pronounced. You can’t continue anymore. You are bored of being the submissive type you were. It reaches a time when you unleash your zeal and break free off the troubles of love.

Jane Wambui has been married for almost 6 years now. She is in an abusive marriage. She has been suffering since their second year of marriage. Her husband has been a complete opposite since the day he ganged up with a group of ‘drinkers’ and ‘boozers.’ The beatings, the loud noises, her ceaseless painful screams, her daily wet pillow covers, her careless husband has been the talk of the estate ever since.

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Normal thoughts but unique view




Yote ni Vanity. Mungu Mbele. Hio inatosha.



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