LET'S TALK IT OUT

The presence of blood stains right at my bedroom door was still worrying me. I had no idea whether my people were massacred by Jakim's loyalist or not. The silence in the house was like that of the grave. At the back of my mind, I had began cursing my self, cursing Christine Mueni for trapping me into her house last night. The Biblical story of Eve being lured by a snake to eat the forbidden fruit at the garden of Eden crossed my mind. "This snake must have been Mueni inform of a human being", I whispered to my inner soul as I continued to venomously curse Mueni.  Everything around the estate was quite. I sat down on my brown leather rest seat to compose myself on the next move. I knew my family is gone, gone never to be seen. Tears of sorrow flowed down my cheek hitting straight on the floor. "The devil is a liar, Mueni is a liar", I whispered to my inner soul a second time. While contemplating on my next move of action, intimate actions w...

By Riungu Jnr Ikiugu By the natural time instincts, I could clearly, as clear as snow, tell the time was around 4 AM in the morning. I could hear the early birds humming from Pondo trees planted by the edges of the bungalow compound. Over the night, I had known the name of the pretty lady who saved me from the blood thirsty Jakim's loyalists, the black python and from drowning in slow flowing waters of River Ruiru. Her name was Christine Mueni. It was a dry spell. It seemed to me like an Acacia tree in the outskirts of Isiolo town that gulps a twenty liters jerrican of water deep into the sandy soils and still demanding more. The dry spell was quenched but I needed more. My long and smartly manicured fingers were still making magic cuddling moves under Christine's groins. Once in a while, playing with the sensitive bean shaped organ. My relatively hairy chest was lying on the nipple of her paw paw shaped left boob. Her right hand was still stuck right insi...