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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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The ‘Black Pigment’ In a Lady’s Skirt

After attaining a certain age in this tradition, Asha was scheduled to undergo the ‘cut’ or as the say Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). It was mandatory. Failure to go would pronounce you an outcast of the society and nobody would allow you to their vicinities. She took her girth, faced the bull by its horns, and underwent the painful procedure. Only a small opening was left for excretion of liquid matter and painful bleeding sutures that made her persevere through a painful month. She almost died of excessive blood loss. They say by circumcising ladies, they preserve them to be married off as virgins. Men in the community value chastity and the reason behind the Cut. Adding on to that, after FGM Asha was to be married off to a ‘potential husband’ who she had never seen. These things happened in a strike of lightening.

sad sad and that bad life which no one deserves

sad sad and that bad life which no one deserves

The elders converged to a meeting and discussed about this girl called Asha. She was young but she seemed grown.

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part 3: HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES

part one : HERE

part two : HERE

this is part three of the story.↓↓

‘What do you really want with me?’ she asked again. She cried painfully as she gazed at his merciless face. Every time she raised her head to look at him, frothy blood-like saliva would flow from the left side of her mouth to the dirty floor. She directed her eyes on the grimy bathroom floor as she pretended not be looking at the knife in his socks. She wore a pitiful look like a forlorn whose beloved had scorned her and departed with another. She had a feeling that this guy would be contended and satisfied after making a meal out of her. She was sure about this guy killing her. She had never come in terms with such a ruthless man before in her life.

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

SHE HAD BLED SUFFERED AND PERSERVERED THROUGH A LOT OF DIFFERENT TORTURE

This bandit did not show any sign of coming into a consensus with Sherry. He got close to her and held her hair pulling her towards the bathroom window. As she grabbed her hair into a knot and pulled her entire body weight, she screamed so hard that it necessitated the collector to give her a facial blow that made her lay unconscious on the tied up chair. She laid her head on the side as blood trickled ceaselessly from her mouth. Her deep cuts on the face and bleeding abrasions could not hide her damaged face anymore. Why could a man do such things to a lady?

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the TREASURED LETTER

Hello there

Valentine is around the corner

All that drives me is this pen and thoughts

Flashbacks that make me quiver

Reminding me of those candles, we are about to light

The roses that take my breathe away

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I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE GREAT MOMENTS

This is another year for us

A promising year of the world cultured in red

A world where we speak and shine love

Where our hearts pour out that escalating love

Illuminate each edge

 

Beauty of nature

I want to watch every minute glitter

Glitter of that satisfactory joy

Breath and let out that breathe of love

Glitter and glisten of that inbuilt power

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THE WALKS AROUND THE GARDENS

Our strengths that live in us

I want to watch to us glow

Grow and blossom with love

Nurture what lies deep in us

Treasure our strongholds

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THE PLAY AND THE LAUGH THAT I ALWAYS MISS

I want to watch your eyeballs bulge

As an admiration of what nature granted us

Nurture what nature gave us

Make it our small piece of art

Moreover, curve it in an artistic way

 

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‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

BY : KEN N SPERANZA

‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

‘What is the guy upto?’

‘He has been following me since I got out of school’ Sherry said to herself.

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SHE REFUTED TO BOARD A TAXI

She refuted boarding to hire a taxi to take her home and she is regretting now. A tall hooded man has been following her close behind. He takes every corner she takes; he increases and lowers his speed as sherry does.

Sherry was a university girl pursuing Linguistics at undergraduate level.  She had heard stories and seen ladies followed by weird looking guys and the worst could be heard of them later. She had a tight mini-skirt and a top complement with red heels and that jungle jacket covering her upper part of the body.

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HE FOLLOWED HER STEALTHY STEP BY STEP MAKING SURE HER CALCULATED HER MOVES

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The Dream Is Still Alive

Come out of that ice cave you hidden

Unravel that grace you have hidden deep inside you

Crafting that inside passion that always speak out

Give it a voice of power

 

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EMERGE FROM YOUR HIDDEN COCOON AND SHOW THE WORLD THAT YOU CAN. BE STRONG AND BELIEVE YOU CAN MAKE IT

Do not let anything deter your determination

For your face reveals that pretty smile

That smile that promises a blue sky

Bring out that zeal you have always had

 

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GO OUT TO THE UNKNOWN! DISCOVER BEYOND YOUR POTENTIAL

That quest that drives you to your dreams

Dream again and let it be a reality

Do not let that storm bury you

Roar back at it and always show that victory that lies deep inside you

 

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AND ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE THAT STRONG ICON THAT NEVER CEASES TO BE FLAMBOYANT.

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the RELAPSE {TWO}

STORY BY: KEN N SPERANZA

IF YOU DIDN’T READ PART ONE OF THIS STORY: CLICK HERE

Stacy Nafula was handed the annual newsletter for that year to peruse. The lady seated next to Rich kept throwing those bewitching eyes at her as if scrutinizing what kind of lady was Stacy. Nafula pretended to be busy capturing the contents of the newsletter but her mindset w

as deeply engrossed at Rich. She quickly went through the pages and stood up handing it over to Mr. Rich.

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ANASTASIA’S EYES WERE POISONING TO NAFULA’S PERSONALITY

‘I can see you have risen in quite a short time’ she said ‘smiling’.

‘Yeah. I manage and work towards success’ he responded as he pocketed his arms.

‘It is great to have seen the progress you have made. I have to go now’ she responded as she expressed a much-disappointed face.

As she was just about to hold the gold-coated   doorknob, she turned back and gazed at Mr. Rich. She dropped a tear that rolled down her chocolate skinned-face.  She moved forward towards him.

‘Who’s she?’  She asked

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the L-BOMB

Solace and shelter I stole from you

Always making love chills run down my spine

Spin me to the edge of my dreams

Drift me to a slumber of roses

Roses that don’t prick

 

Taking me to the rings of our memories

Which I always want to build again

Make them exists, be a reality again

Write our story over and over again

Flip every page in my mind

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ABYSS of PASSION

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I would name it so many names

But I choose abyss of passion

Because you built this desire in me

A desire filled with love

Because you drilled an abyss of passion in me

You made me hold your hair princess

Waved it behind your shoulders princess

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an abyss of passion

I saw your eyes filled with love

Eyes that sparkled love in them

All humidified to a zone of tears

All at the horizon of your eyebrows

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And your smile spoke of love

Love buried to the depth of your heart

I knew I had to search for it as a needle in a haystack

Win your attention and trust

Embed truth and loyalty to the walls of your heart

Happy is the feeling that quenches my sorrow with her

Happy is the feeling that quenches my sorrow with her

Every time I would nose took notice of your scent

I felt fresh as a lily

No storm would bring it down

Because you the star of the sea

The one who built an abyss of passion in me

A LOVE THAT SOLEMNISES ALL

A LOVE THAT SOLEMNISES ALL

Your sight dazzled me

Amazed me to the heights of taking away my sense of speech

Only my sense of touch seemed to win everything

Saranya

Normal thoughts but unique view

Empowered

Everyday

THE INTELLIGENT.

Yote ni Vanity. Mungu Mbele. Hio inatosha.

MISS NELIE SONI

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