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PART ONE OF THIS STORY HERE

⇓ ⇓ THIS IS PART TWO ⇓⇓

I became conscious after sometime. I was on a cold floor. I actually could not predict the duration since the time I was hit. I was in a dark place. My head was stiff and heavy, I could not raise it. I tried to move but all I could do was swim on the tiled floor. I extended by hands sideways to at least get hold of my friend- Baron. He was neither on my left nor right. I trembled. I felt something drop on my face. Lifting my hand slowly, I touched my right check. It was a drop of blood. I was shocked.

 

Tardily, I sat up with difficulty. I touched my heavy head to ascertain where I was bleeding. A sharp striking pain made me retract my hand abruptly. My hand had already become bloody. I now realized I had been hit by a white-gum booted man using a spade. I flashbacked how we had walked together with Baron and realized that someone might have kidnapped us.

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VENDATA: NAIROBI CITY

By: Melting Ice Towers | Sunday 22nd January |8:56pm |

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[The ‘Shamba’ Boy Chronicles Episode 1]

I gladly alighted from the ‘pimped’ dark blue ‘Nuclear Sacco’ matatu that ferried passengers from a certain interior part of Central Province to the famed Nairobi City. This was my first visit to the city. Before then, I had preconceived notions about the city. It was a place of wonder ranging from:- exquisite fun, tall buildings, underground roads I hear in Thika Road,topless women who walk like they own the city and the most derogatory people of all time, the pickpockets! I wanted to see all the kind of things I have been hearing from my grandma’s torch-radio.

I was a 22-year-old jobless man who did not have a chance to study as my fellow village herdsmen and quarry men since my childhood. Life had hit me so hard in the village until my mum sent me here for a survival mission. I will tell you more about the mission later. My mum advised me just before I left home to at least present myself as familiar to the city lets people would take advantage of me. I was 23 but I was a mama’s boy. Am proud of that. She had been my only parent for 23 good years.

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As I was busy staring at the ‘Maathai’ Supermarket Banner on the retail business building, I remembered I had some luggage inside the ‘matatu’. It was a sack of potatoes and a 50 kg bag full of dried maize. Ugali was my favorite meal. I would eat it with anything including water or just like that. I hurriedly walked at the back of the matatu and met the matatu ‘boot’ closed. I quickly opened it and checked my luggage. It was notinside.

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The Palace Of Sins

[EPISODE ONE]

Creative Works By: [Ken N Speranza]

imageThe palatial mansion stood huge as its great artistic walls made it visible at the summits. The trees that surrounded the place made it look like a hidden paradise. It was situated on a hilly area such that everyone who paid residence to the area would perceive its rooftops. At the metallic electronic gate entrance, one would view the international standard swimming pool and a dozen nude strippers. As new time visitors to the place, we were marveled at the great sight of the ‘hidden insides’. All we saw before we ever had this great chance to get here was the rooftop chimney and the great walls surrounding the palace. Nothing more would be made credible of what lay inside the mansion.

We met this gigantic soldier whose appearance sent chills through the backbone to the popliteal fossa of our humble making. He was a giant of a man with great shoulders equipped with oak beam arms. His face was a product of multiple gang fights and a protruding scar on the left cheek could send a message. Not a good message though. He turned his face towards us as we approached the gate. He glanced at us as if calculating the momentum needed for us to escape the premises. He had adorned the country’s official Army Uniform complemented with white gloves on both arms. We were inside a Mercedes S-Class vehicle, which was used for ferrying people in and out of the premises. The vehicle halted at the soldier’s place. The soldier bowed down at the driver’s place and saluted after recognizing the chauffer.

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The Pseudo Prostitute

Creative works by: Melting Ice Towers

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We sometimes fall victims of certain undesirable circumstances or unacceptable lifestyles that we are at times left of no choice but to take their course and embrace them. In some extents, we tend to do them for life or for such a long period to fulfil a certain reward or gain from what we want. Some might not agree with this article but you will find some sense in it.

In this world, there are many things which go against the normal activities of a human being. They are viewed as abnormal/vices. Some refer to them as taboos. Things like prostitution and the likes. When the people in the community get a hint that so and so is a prostitute, their attitudes towards them abruptly changes to the negative. The community doesn’t endorse such acts. They are crowned all sorts of bad names and tagged with mannerisms of immorality. In some communities, they are burnt!

 


Do you ask yourself these questions before judging the people you see…?

‘Why is he/she in prostitution?’

‘Why is the 12 year old kid in prostitution?’

‘Do you think all of the culprits enjoy what they do?’

Have you employed the ‘bottom approach’ in diagnosing the root problem of the high influx of teens in this kind of lifestyle?

If not,

We hope this story touches your heart in one way or the other to help you come into reality about this growing sector.

Not all people who got in this business are happy or chose to be. To some, circumstances forced them to do what they would previously have imagined.

Currently, Mary is a third year student pursuing Economics and Finance in a certain prestigious university. She is currently aged 26yrs and she has plans of setting up a foundation to help young poor ladies. That’s so generous of her! But do you know why? You need to know her roots.

Her background wasn’t s good as you would maybe expect it to be. She had actually given up completely on life. All she wanted was to drop down dead one day. She just didn’t know the mechanism to eliminate herself from this world.

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At age 8, her parents were killed in a mysterious way by people who had previously made contact with her. She actually knew them. It wasn’t just the normal death as she recalls. It was a horrendous night! She watched in disbelief as they breathed their last.

 
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the ‘RICH MAID’ ABROAD

Story By: {Ken & Speranza}

Many have gone but few make it back successful…
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Welcome to the extra-regurgitated story that falls on deaf ears of many who have the insatiable taste for unseen rewards in abroad. These ‘Thomases’ only believe when they go there and are deported back with ‘painful scars that sometimes never heal’.

Wait, the heading itself is ironical and full of sarcasm if stated. That is what those planning on taking a flight there after paying a hefty fee for their death should come into terms with. They are lured by promises of posh jobs with big salaries.

a RHAPSODY OF BEHAVIORAL CHANGE

How many women have come back and explained exclusively the horrors and atrocities that they met there? How many have been flown back to our country as rotting corpses? How many go there and they disappear under mysterious circumstances? Why do we still want to go there to look for jobs? Meager jobs that lead to many of our young girls and women being overused in useless ‘maid’ jobs under very excruciating conditions. When asked, they say that some of the ladies they know have made it there and are getting paid ‘good money’. Some get good employers while some; in fact get employers who are equivalent to or rougher than ‘beasts’.

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part two:’HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDE’

SHERRY AND ‘THE COLLECTOR’

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SHE WAS SHOCKED BEYOND HER USUAL EXPERIENCES

STORY BY [ KEN AND SPERANZA ]

click HERE FOR PART ONE

She kept banging the doors and making those grunting noises to be released by the man who had termed himself as ‘the collector’. She couldn’t imagine what was about to happen to her. Worse thoughts of rape and torture rushed through her mind as she continued kicking her legs on the dashboard and twisting her neck in that torticollis-like way in a bid to free herself. The driver stopped the vehicle at a certain rather dark place where trees had bend over covering the road as if bowing down in prayer. He opened the door and walked out towards the side of the lady and opened the front door. Even before she asked anything, she received blows and abuses hurled furiously against her. The guy pulled her outside in the dark and slapped her thighs as he made sure he curbed her mouth fully to succumb her screams to the depth of silent moans.

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