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Taking stock 2021

It’s time for the final Taking Stock post of 2021 – these are always fun!

The year is over!

Let’s get into it!

Becoming: Quietly confident about everything I want to do and everything I have dreamt of becoming

Curious: As to why people hire people they dont listen to. Why Kayunga has become a political battle ground. If Corona is laboratory made.

Excited: that the kids can finally go to school but also wondering if it’s not too soon for the parents to find tuition.

Feeling: Energized like everything is about to fall into place and I am getting comfortable in being me.

Going: To start a personalized domain. Soon

Imploring: Everyone to be kind to each other, there seems to be an increasing feeling of tension and division in the country at the moment.

Keeping: Everything that’s memorable

Loving: my new role and family

Making: Every second count. Time runs by quick

Observing: How well I’ve settled into my new job and paying attention to the extremes.

Reading: Newspapers once again.

Staying: Positive that tomorrow will be a better day.

Understanding: There are always two sides to a story. The told, the untold, the lie, the truth…

Watching: Sanyu, prestige on Pearl magic like Nigeria has never made anything better.

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He keeps awake all night waiting for her

Hoping that she would return in he night

To avoid the glares during day

He looked for her everywhere in vain

With all the wealth he is still empty

Not even his love he could fill him up.

Rainy and sunny days are the same to him.

The limits of love are weird ,

He was never held hostage,

Neither did she run away .

But all he carried home where her ashes not her heart

Puzzled line 21/7

She craved for silence

But her house was never silent

The 3am hour was the best

When all corners slept,

She stood at the counter of her kitchen

Boiling tea,

Thinking and reflecting.

Then sat in the dark of my living room

Hugging unto her mug of tea,

Little sobs, silent smiles,

Silent murmurs, loud sniffs

Those are secrets they will never know

Single mother

Would you love me if,

You saw me physically?

This might work only behind our keyboards because,

The filters on my phone,

Have modeled me into my dream woman,

the teenage version of me.

See, my new name is “single mother”

Not that I regret my son but,

I’m no longer the high school slender babe

The one all the boys died to have

The one all the maidens thought was perfect.

I am a shadow,. No, I’m a painting.

My tummy is now a mini pot

Stretch marks run like water falls from my tummy to thighs

My boobs are not perky.

In fact they hang like punching bags so

I Never go without a bra.

My face is pale like I do not own any lotion

But I do,

however, the glow that comes with being loved..

Eluded me long time

And my heart…..πŸ˜”πŸ˜”πŸ˜”πŸ˜’πŸ˜’

My chest……..are empty

Curfew & hand cuffs finale

Another bang got him slowly pulling out of me and walking over to the window to peep. Looks like you will need to replace the gate. I quickly carried my naked self, my juices still dripping down my thighs to the window. Paul , that son of a bitch! Said under my breath. Your former? He asked staring at me with one brow raised. I nodded and quickly went over to grab my robe. Please dress before this drama heats up. I got you..he said.

I stormed through the door not even sparing his wife a glance walked to him and slapped him hard. Just because you were banging me and paid for this place gives you no right. Absolutely no right to drive in like that. Excuse me miss..the wife begun…..still not sparing her a glance I raised my palm indicating for her to shut it, Jake was now a few steps away, I could feel his eyes on me. Shut it woman. Your turn is coming. Now mr, what brings you over.?……The wife again, well, he kept saying you were just friends when suspected and now he brought me to confirm. I looked at Paul whose eyes were now on Jake who was barefoot and bare chested. So, please leave my man, she continued,we have kids and another on the way. I could see the fire in Paul’s eyes.

Well, he is all yours I said walking over to Jake. But before I could reach him, she grabbed me . So you are agreeing to sleeping with him. I turned to her winching. So, you thought I was a Good Samaritan when I made that call? First of all he was never yours. He might never be but I don’t want him anymore either. I didn’t see the slap coming. But the two men did and both stopped it before it could land. I turned to Paul, take your wife home, make sure you replace my gate because as you can see walking over to Jake and wrapping my arms around him, I am busy. I kissed him…it tasted like finally!!!

Paul stood there like heavy rains had hit him. His wife screaming hard in his ears but I bet he couldn’t hear her. Tears rolled down his face and after like what seemed forever, they got into their car and drove off.

We will replace the gate. Jake said taking me in his arms, into a warm hug. Then he whispered…first, I am going to kiss your fears way, then, I will make you scream again.


Because my voice was soft,

I sang sweetly in the arena

He gave me all of him

My waist beads arousing every thrust

My Clit vibrating to every rub

And because my waist was soft

I belly danced swiftly

Even with my eyes closed

I felt his never leaving me

They glared from my face

To my chest

To my beads, where his hands rested

Back to my face

Taking me all in

Owning me with every touch

Curfew & handcuffs PT 9

Now, I really don’t get the excitement some men have for long clits or the waist bead fascination but either way, I am about to find out about the beads. My own pair is a double string,black and brown tiny beads. I got them from the Masai village just because culturally they insist ladies must own at least a line but mostly because I loved how beautiful they look beneath a crop top

He wasn’t expecting it. I walked up to him and dropped my rob so how about you explore these beads one by one…he bit unto his lower lip, breathing my nakedness in for a couple of seconds before he lifted his hands unto my waist and the magic, his fingers did to the beads …it’s a juju I can’t explain but my nipples approved.. never take these off or maybe I should get you a pair as well…I could see his penis bulging, his pants could not accommodate him anymore. I wanted to bend down and release him but he stopped me. Not too fast baby, I am going to do all the work today, I will worship this body today like it’s an Indian god of love. I am going to make love to you like I am strumming a guitar. He sat me down on his lap taking one of my breasts into his palm and slowly licking one of my nipples. My body has never been this electrified. Not with Paul even. This chemistry was different. It was Korean butterflies I guess.

I still wasn’t sure of the waist beads magic, but every time he played slowly with them, the electricity in my body travelled like lightening. My body got covered with goosebumps. His touch made me sacred yet wanting. His lips on my nipples left me very vulnerable. He lifted me and laid me down on the floor, kneeling over me, his shirt fell off. A body well worked on. Abs well defined. I could hold unto this for the rest of the years. He didn’t take his eyes off me for a second. In fact the way he looked at my body made me shy, I wanted to cover up. Jake was something else! He released his penis from this pants without fully taking his pants off, but no he didn’t slide it inside of me. He dipped his head into my neck, showered me with kisses. From my neck to my lips, his hand working my clit.i could feel the warmth of my own juices flowing through by bum line to the floor. I am going to make love to you. Sweet and tender you will never forget. I knew he meant it. I closed my eyes to hold my breath for the things his tongue did on my nipple. Circling it with his tongue and slowly biting unto it. Babe, please look at me… I opened my eyes and it’s then that he slid his penis into my wet vagina, moving his hips slowly, thrusting deep …he closed his eyes even when he wanted me to look into them. Taking me in with every thrust. I could read the passion on his face, the enjoyment. I picked up my pace, slowly moving my hips to match him, his hands lowered to the beads, slowly playing with them and we got lost into each other…loving every…..in those fleeting moments of ecstasy,her soul danced to the unimaginable chemistry that created a unfathomable magic

Bang !! We stopped at hearing the gate bang. Like someone had crushed into it. It was Paul and his wife

Why men drink

I know why men drink

To numb the pain in their bones

And dress their emotions

To Gain confidence and Silence thoughts

To Uncover demons and underlying intentions

I know why men drink

To convince society that it was alcohol

Not just a sober them

After all a dead man in court is as good as a drunko

To boost his speech when silence fails

To fill the hollow feeling of emptiness,

He empties the glass.

I know why men drink,

To merry make. Its a celebration

To be someone else for a minute

To express joy they can’t put in words

To quench a thirst water can’t solve

To network and socialize easily

But pay with a damn hangover headache

Promising themselves not to do it again

I know why men drink

To mourn,πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

To keep up appearances

Because it’s a habit

For healing,

Yes healing of bacteria of the throats and colon

Healing of a heart

Healing of a stressful day

Healing frustration

Healing overwhelm

Healing fear of not fitting in…

Just healing.

I know why men drink.

It’s no reason at all

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Broken Version

i sat down at my balcony

staring at the sunset

and sipping on my glass of whiskey

i was wondering if they will ever know me

because all i carried now was a shell

a shell of who i used to be

i wondered if they will love this version

its been seven years since the accident

and since then i have changed a lot

my future woman will never know

my children will never tell i once walked on both legs

all the woman i settle with, will ever know,

is a broken version of me

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