Memoir of a Lost son

tatue by Kisii soapstone, carved with precision to check on every detail of her body, She is t

hips and a well-rounded ass that would drive the devil out of hel

ng me more about your

their noses into other people's affairs even without being invit

od from green fields estate" she lamented walking swiftly throwi

whether I had any business with Clara, all I co

finished with you yet here s

much anticipation about what

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rts of questions about me why don

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or give you a stern warning never try your stupid advances on her. I remember a certain girl giving a dude at our place a ste

d a rental apartment on the estate, she appeared walking s

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take up your cross this was

s as if a had any. I waited for her to start shouting like a pastor Kanyari giving a sermon to a large crowd knowing that

you at last and i hope that we are goin

g to separate the handshake that would t

lfriend, we really loved each other we could spend days together saying nothing but sharing dreams as we cuddled. darkness th

e she stopped and turned she held my hand and came closer to me and what followed was like nothing I've ever experienced in this world as our lips came i

hing to get y

drool over you all night didn't make it any easier. They can drool all they want, I'm the one who is going to make love to you

y. A gentle way to introduce the concept of potty to a child, we were inseparable we did almost everything together we were like Siamese twins connected b

etting Ivy the girl I considered my other half, Phyllis was lov

ister named Rosy, Rosy was one of those beautiful women who dressed to impress, she was the corporate Kardashian of our ti

w we should abstain from sexual activity until we get married, One day he sneaked a lady into his mabati cubicle and started Pumping the life out the lady unfortunately for him, We were seated outside on the other side of

mson before he has shaved his hair off, Am telling you I've never seen a woman give out such a stun war

rs and distinctions and this constant dialogue of violence Up there, I wished we c

parking and sent to Kakamega within a blink of an eye. I stayed up late that night as I couldn't bear how it ended. I was grip

Our love story was sweet and lovely. My Phyllis was no more in my life she was gone I was gripped by emotional trauma I felt like a child left in an empt

ent concept the one whereby left me being bad-mouthed by ladies the one that ga

care, this concept made me go from a zero to a hero among my peer, I used to toy with emotions of different girls just to taste the forbidden fruit