keanewas.wordpress.com
END TIMES – coming home
https://keanewas.wordpress.com/2015/06/10/end-times
Guilt clumped my nerves. I had been born again and again. Ironically, I knew little about the holy book and most importantly the way of life. December 31st are the days I marked my annual appearances in church. A house I ought to visit at least every week. May be it’s just that thing they call long way to Canaan. Am still in Egypt. Better not confuse me for a preacher, I don’t have an. This world might end without me enjoying the good things in the village. One fateful morning, the old man sent for Makha...
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COMING TO NAIROBI – MY CRY IS VALID
https://mycryisvalid.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/coming-to-nairobi
MY CRY IS VALID. Behind every story there is a tear…. June 8, 2015. June 8, 2015. You know ,I am going to leave my Parents house soon! That thought alone makes me recall the kind of Fun campus holds for me.All my choices were UoN;For a luo like me,That should never shock you;Omera we belong there,The rest can be accomodated elsewhere. I am feeling like I run Nairobi already;I am googling images only! Not even the local people we stroll together! Hee omera now you know Piny biro ngeyo ni an pesa to pesa e...
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AM GLAD YOU DON’T DRESS LIKE HER! – coming home
https://keanewas.wordpress.com/2015/06/24/am-glad-you-dont-dress-like-her
AM GLAD YOU DON’T DRESS LIKE HER! Back I my primitive mind, the norm of embezzling the cash stuck like Kenyans on. On my way, amusements painted everyones’ faces. Like I was a new chap in the village. But the non-cynical guy I am, I marched majestically waving a good-morning to whoever I could. On the murram pedestrian way, the endless caravan paved its way to the church a few metres away. As the holy boys and girls, men and women and. Vera Sidika chick. Jealously, she gripped my neck and turned my f...
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July 2015 – coming home
https://keanewas.wordpress.com/2015/07
I SEE ME DEEPER. As sun rays trace my image on the ground The warmth oozes liquid droplets from my sweat glands I see the true personality of me in the shadow I see your mimic animation trying to be me You struggle to be as great as my dream me The silence you portray has clumped ambitions Hatred and jealous that you pin at the bottom of your … Continue reading I SEE ME DEEPER. July 4, 2015. July 4, 2015. I SEE ME DEEPER. AM GLAD YOU DON’T DRESS LIKE HER! AM GLAD YOU DON’T DRESS LIKE HER! I SEE ME DEEPER.
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50 Shades of me | DARK BLUE
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50 Shades of me. WELCOME TO MY BLOG. It tells of beauties and of beasts I have met along the way. It tells of demons in my dreams and how I struggle everyday. It also tells of my saviours who have loved me through my fears. That were there when at my lowest to wipe away my tears. No-one should ever have to feel they are alone so if you need someone to talk to or just want to let off a bit of steam, please, e-mail me, anytime, at darkyblue@outlook.com. 720 thoughts on “ WELCOME TO MY BLOG. Thanks for liki...
ianreal.wordpress.com
KENYAN MEN ARE NOT THE PROBLEM LADIES, YOU ARE! – TALES OF THE SILENT
https://ianreal.wordpress.com/2015/05/18/kenyan-men-are-not-the-problem-ladies-you-are
TALES OF THE SILENT. Talk Less, Write More. KENYAN MEN ARE NOT THE PROBLEM LADIES, YOU ARE! May 18, 2015. I once read about one Emmy Kosgei getting married to a certain Nigerian pastor honcho almost double my old man’s age. And they called it love. Then I read again that one of my celebrity crushes, Habida, had gotten [I don’t know if that’s the word am looking for] married to an Igbo mofo and relocated to the West. That Avril has committed to a Zulu man and wedding bells are lurking in the shadows.
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AGNES – TALES OF THE SILENT
https://ianreal.wordpress.com/2015/06/12/agnes
TALES OF THE SILENT. Talk Less, Write More. June 12, 2015. June 12, 2015. Now, guys, this is a Guest Post by Austin Arnold, whom you might remember from this interview [ https:/ ianreal.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/i-am-a-work-in-progress-austin-arnold/. As one of the main reasons I even took up writing in the first place. This is a chap who literally used to mark my essays as a kid. And you will let it slide because he called you Baba. So, ladies and gentlemen, AGNES. By AUSTIN ARNOLD. On a Tuesday night, a...
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Because God Will Take Care of Himself | Wandering Nilote
https://wanderingnilote.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/because-god-will-take-care-of-himself
Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Larr; For Perpetua and Vesper: I see 24 for you. Because God Will Take Care of Himself. Posted by Wandering Nilote. Brother Thadaeus fumed that morning, boiled to the highest of temperatures. In the house of the Lord? No, that was unacceptable. It had happened quick. Everyone left him and went back into the church. Brother Thadaeus fumed that morning, boiled to the highest of temperatures. He didn’t quite fancy the idea of a thief ...
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MY GUITAR | tallesteve
https://evetheword.wordpress.com/2015/07/09/my-guitar
July 9, 2015. Guitar in my heart. Siren leading me to my demise. Are you the angel of my death? That’s okay by me. Take me with you to heaven. I wouldn’t mind. Lying on the sand. The winds are harsh. A storm is coming. Spread your wings over me. Don’t let the hail hit me too hard. Now that you know the beast. Has it become a touch too freaky? Is it too much? Than you bargained for? I know, I know. Life isn’t all black and white. I wanted any shade of grey? Let’s splash some colour. To rule from the sun.
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