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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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the TEMPTING WAVE

By: KEN N SPERANZA

she was left alone at 9 yrs in this horrid world

she was left alone at 9 yrs in this horrid world

She had already lost hope in life when her parents succumbed to HIV when she was 9 years old.  Generally, they were poor and lived that life that most people in the world can never even imagine. The shimmer of success that had remained in her shredded into thin air.  She did not know the next step to take.  For the first 2 weeks after the demise of her last guardian, Joy Atieno locked herself inside the house crying day and night. She did some cooking for survival using the last grains that had remained. She knew that at some point she would have to go outside and beg for food and money. She also knew some of her girls who had ventured into the prostitution business commonly known as the ‘late-night-ladies’. She did not want to be in such a business herself. Joy respected herself and her wellbeing.


The 3rd week had commenced and she did not have any food at her disposal. She had to get outside the house and look for something to feed herself. She was a minor but she had a great vision on survival skills. She started marauding the slum looking for girls like her who had been derelict like her. At every corner she took, scary, imminent eyes were scrolling her from head to feet. All kind of men aged from teenage to married made sure they got a glimpse of her. She walked with that strong confident gait. She did not seem abashed by anything. Some men even went to the extent of sniffing her clothes as she passed through the old thatched ramshackle houses that were closely erected. As she was about to approach the main opening to the local town, a certain teenage boy who seemed gloomy spanked her behind in such a strong blow that she almost fell on the dirty looking flowing sewerage. She abruptly gazed behind her with her face grinned and her teeth clenched. She wanted to retaliate. However, looking at the rabble of ‘hungry’, ‘starved’ and ‘feminine drenched’ men who had formed a small congregation with the boy, she decided to continue walking and assumed the ordeal.

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