Have you ever found comfort and consolation in the arms of strangers?
This week, a few guys shared with me on why peace is important to them and how the current political situation in Kenya has affected them. Their answers were well thought-out, very distinct, with each one of them having a tasteful approach to peace. Enjoy!
She looked at her young boys who were seated at the front of the gathering, by her side. She would not let them lose their lives too. She would fight nail and tooth for them.
She saw him… the full, slightly charred, chocolaty lips that spoke comfort in her pathetic life and sealed every promise with a kiss spiced up by nicotine and mint.
A Bloody Affair! It was past 1.00 a.m. when Kadogo heard a light tap on the door. She had dozed off on the sofa while waiting for Gachanja to get home. Peering through the door crack, she saw a silhouette of a man whose crooked figure was similar to that of a sack of potatoes.... Continue Reading →
Is there an excuse for a man to treat you less than you deserve or mistreat you? I get really mad when ladies are treated badly. You've probably heard that there is a 'nurturer'in every woman. The problem is, sometimes the nurturer is taken advantage of and women are left in a desperate place. A... Continue Reading →
Part 1: Falling In love Since Kadogo was seventeen and a quarter years old, she literally counted each passing day, towards her 18th birthday. Every morning, she religiously stroke off a day from her calendar. The thought of freedom after high school got her through every slow day. Finally, the freedom she wanted, she got it.... Continue Reading →
“… She is far more precious than jewels (vs.10)… She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands (vs.13)… She rises while it is yet at night and provides food for her household and tasks for her maidens (vs.15) … She opens her mouth with wisdom, And the teaching of kindness on her tongue... Continue Reading →
#Animal #AnimalProtection #AnimalRights #CutenessOverload A few days ago, Gogo and her cat had a fight. So her cat, which she conveniently named “Boos” (instead of “puss”), came over to crush on our couch. I think Boos pooped somewhere she was not supposed to and she was threatened... and scolded. The depressed cat curled up on... Continue Reading →