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THE REVEALED SHOCKING TRUTH! THE ANTICHRIST IS A KENYAN!It was pitch dark and slowly, a dull brown light appeared in the...
14/10/2016

THE REVEALED SHOCKING TRUTH! THE ANTICHRIST IS A KENYAN!

It was pitch dark and slowly, a dull brown light appeared in the horizon and was coming towards them. The throbbing of the drums grew louder and Rachel thought the car was vibrating. Her employer did not utter a word and since she was not used to having any banter with him, she decided to remain silent. She was however afraid but did not say so. She looked at the other cars packed around where they were and nobody had got out. Her hands held tightly between her thighs and were sweating.
About thirty minutes since the light appeared, Rachel was able to make out human figures moving towards them with burning torches, raised up in the air. The torches were pieces of wood with some clothing material tied on one end, probably dipped in paraffin. As the human forms drew closer, she realised the hundreds of men and women were completely naked. There were black and white people and they seemed to move in step with the sounds of the throbbing drums. The multitude of naked bodies moved around and formed a ring around the cars. Rachel was sweating.
Suddenly, the throbbing drum sounds stopped and the only dressed tall man from the arrivals made his way to one of the cars near the centre of the cleared area, surrounded by very tall trees that made it difficult for one to see the sky. He wore a red cassock and on his hand was an axe whose sharpened edge shone from the iridescent light of the touches held by the n**e people. He slowly climbed on the hood of one car and with a deafening roar shouted:
“Out into the open!” The booming male voice was threatening and Rachel was sure she had wet her pants.

Rachel woke up with morning sickness and rushed to the bathroom just in time to throw up into the toilet bowl. She wretched as she did it and the door to her bedroom slightly opened and her employer looked at her through the doorway, head tilted to one side. Helen stood up as the door closed again and she picked a glass from a bed-side table, filled it with water from a tap and drunk it. She returned to bed, covered herself up to the chin and the tears started flowing onto the pillow. She suspected she was pregnant from the r**e by Mathew a week ago. He had not mentioned anything about it as they returned home that fateful night and behaved like he had not done anything thereafter. His wife returned a week later and she continued to serve him like she had always done in the presence of his wife. The infuriating thing was that, he did not seem like he remembered what had transpired that night. It was like he was entitled to r**e her. Rachel concluded the group was into some kind of cult and she did not know what to do. She had not reported the matter to anybody and the evidence was washed off the very night she was r**ed after taking a shower.

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30/08/2016

Repost: When far away is next to the nose!

I had driven a friend who did not have a driving license to Egerton college. He had imported a car from Japan and prevailed upon me to drive him there as he worked as a lecturer at the college. On arrival, he asked another of his friend to drive me to Nakuru town where I would get transport to Nairobi then back to Mombasa.

It was on a Friday and on arrival at Nakuru, I decided to spend the night there. I was dropped at a good joint I will not mention now. I did not have company and since I felt tired after driving for a long time, I opted to sleep early after diner.

I lazed in bed in the morning and went for breakfast at around nine. As I looked around for a place to sit, my eyes met with those of a friend's from Mombasa. He was in the company of another friend's wife and everything suggested they had spent the night together.... Guilt and fright masked his face.

The man moved to where I sat and we talked shop for a few minutes. He asked me if I was driving ....the idea of driving back to Mombasa with the pair was out of question so I lied....I said I was waiting for a friend who was using a car hire and that he had my air ticket! God forgave me for that. I intended to use coast bus to travel back to mombasa.
After a few more minutes with the man, I lied again that I was to make a private call in my room and stood up to go. The man stood up too, placed a hand on my shoulder and begged for two more minutes. I was confused and I sat down. He returned to his table and he fidgeted with his bag, took out something and I saw him write. The two had to pass through where I sat and the woman looked terribly worried. The man passed me a sealed envelope and before I asked whose letter it was, he bid me good-bye asked the woman that they leave. I looked at the sealed envelope over decided I would open it when in my room.

To my utter surprise, the envelope contained a cheque for two hundred and fifty thousand. I only needed to write my name and withdraw a quarter million for finding out some married people had committed the ultimate sin. Long story short, I returned the cheque to the man on arrival in Mombasa .....

02/08/2016

How to read my books at AMAZON.

Click any of the following links to your book of choice. When a cover of the book appears at AMAZON, CLICK "LOOK INSIDE" and you are home and dry ......

* THE UNHOLY LOVE MATRIX - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K82BTZK
* A COUNTRY GONE TO THE DOGS – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K81W4XW
* THE MAN FROM HELL! - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B018BJK7YA
* MAKING THE HARD CHOICES! – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01A18FJV0
* LEONE’S VENGEANCE –http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0170TZHP6
* APOCALYPSE AT NOON – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0JZ2EC
* MARJORY WONT DIE –http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DOC1B3K
* NO ROSES FOR MATILDA - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01A18FJV0

07/07/2016

RAISING THE DEAD?

A Grandma and a Grandpa were watching a healing service on the television.The televangelist called to all who wanted to be healed to go to their television sets, place one hand on the TV and the other hand on the body part where they wanted to be healed.

Grandma got up and slowly hobbled to the television set, placed her right hand on the set and her left hand on her arthritic shoulder that was causing her to have great pain.

Then Grandpa got up, went to the TV, placed his right hand on the T.V set and his left hand in his Pants.

Grandma scowled at him and said........"I guess you just don't get it. The purpose of doing this is to heal the sick............not to raise the dead!"

05/07/2016

Jane was having a drink at a pub in her estate one evening when a smartly dressed man made a pass at her. She was having a bad evening after a van rammed into her new car and sped off just near the gate to the estate. She had not remembered to note the vehicle’s registration number and she was furious she was going to foot the bill replacing the broken rear lights. The man did not even ask for permission to sit at her table although there were other three unoccupied ones.
“Hi. My name is David,” the man greeted her.
“I am good,” Jane said brusquely.
“You don’t look good dear. I have been looking for you and it was just lucky I found your car outside.”

Jane was alarmed and David was having a good time. He was a good schemer and everything was working like clockwork.
“You have not even told me your name dear,” David said, winking at the then relaxing girl.
“I am Jane and you are not making me very comfortable. First you just invade my table when am having a bad evening then go ahead to tell me you have been looking for me and lastly, you admit you don’t even know my name. I have a mind to kick your butt.”
“Nobody’s butt is going to be kicked honey. Let me introduce myself better and am sure you will not find reason to kick my butt. I am David and live here at the sixteenth square, house number ten. I have just been informed at the gate that my van hit your Land Cruiser and broke the lights. I have just called the office, directed my General Manager to sack the driver and the guys at the gate gave me your car registration number. I don’t like dishonesty and I decided to look for you so that I may foot the bill for your car’s repair.”

Jane’s car was repaired and so was her loneliness. The two were together every day and Jane thought the man was deep pocketed. He had offered to pay her house rent for two months and stocked her kitchen well. They alternated in sleeping at each other’s house and within three months after they met, David came home with a diamond ring one evening and proposed to her during dinner time at an exclusive members club.......

From THE MAN FROM HELL, a book title by Bonnie K. Zablon.

05/07/2016

Francoise was dressed in a Bermuda shorts, a baggy T-shirt and a beach hat and looked like any other man at the beach enjoying the summer sun. He was alone, walked off the track and went to a canteen where be bought a bottle of water, opened it and drunk half of it. He carried the remaining water and returned to the track that led to a swampy mangrove area dotted with tall coconut trees. The sea seemed to recede as he continued deeper and deeper into the mangroves. Large rocks lining the shore emerged as he continued and when he was sure he was alone, he diverted into the rocky shore and went near a cliff that was not visible from the track.

He inserted his hand into his pocket and produced a small matchbox sized package that he opened and threw the ash-like contents down the cliff. A black raven flew from a rock a few metres away from where he stood and circled above him, excreting a whitish substance that fell on Francoise’s hat. He took the hat off, smeared his hands with the excretion, drunk some of the water and spat it over the cliff. He knelt on one knee and after a few seconds, he stood up, retraced his steps back onto the track and walked back to the beach. The raven shrieked as it flew away to the horizon of the deep blue sea.

Francoise had offered the human sacrifice he had promised Satan for the gift of Matilda. The ashes he had thrown down the cliff belonged to the burnt heart of a ten year old virgin.......

From NO ROSES FOR MATILDA, a book title by Bonnie K Zablon.

30/06/2016

Help needed!

After leaving red pepper to burn in a jiko to chase away transparent lizards, mosquitos and allied blood sucking vampires from my house because doom and other perfumes have failed, I just spotted a lizard staring at me from the ceiling! I am yet to conclude who is upside down, the lizard or me because we both are wondering why we are not falling off from our positions!

Anyway, I do not want a repeat of leaving the burning pepper in the house as that may start another war with neighbours who had migrated and only returned a few months ago after their houses became inhabitable because of the peeper I burnt last time. I do not feel safe lying on my back on the sofa in Adam's suit during hot weather and the transparent lizard anticipating me to "fall" off and crash on it on its mosquito hunting ground. So if you are reading this and know of a better "perfume" than doom or bayer to murder the mosquitos, kindly advise!

The Kenya Bureau of Standards cannot differentiate between a perfume and an insect killer because they are on the payroll of multinational malaria drug manufacturing companies!

30/06/2016

A scare in the morning!

Its a chilling cold morning and the lifts are taking ages to come down. We are about thirty something and our eyes gaze at the flashing numbers on the lift doors suggesting we will soon be on our way up from the chilly breeze that has turned everybody dumb. Lift number two finally arrives and there is only one guy who seems not to be in a hurry to get out. The surging impatient crowd (including me) push him back into the lift and he makes no attempt to get out. He does not even complain. We are soon on our way up. 1st floor, second, third, fourth.... the lift stops and a woman struggles to reach the door. The door does not open.

Panic is in our faces but nobody is saying a word as two guys press the lift's buttons haphazardly. Then the smell of a month's rotten dead dog hits me full blast.... I hold my nose and nausea almost knocks me out. Others in the lift ... we are about fifteen ....hold their noses and stomachs. I am ready to puke and quickly say a silent prayer, my teeth tightly clenched. The lift is still stuck and one lady is praying in Chinese, another in Upper Mongolian and a Swahili lady is invoking the name of God in Arabic.

I do a quick survey of the faces of my fellow prisoners and I guess I see a dull smile on the chunky di**it who was unable to alight on ground floor. Should I accuse him of spoiling the air? No, I decide. I cannot prove it since I did not see the smell wafting off his ass. If only the smell was colored to know the idiot who let it out!

In a panic, I retrieve my keys and squeeze one between the two lift doors. I push the key sideways and with the help of another two panicking men, we manage to open it and viola, we are smack in the middle of floors!

The gash of air that rushes in is a big relief and we forget we are in a lift's no man's land! We manage to call emergency and rescued one hour and a tear flooded lift floor of tears later from the Chinese, Mongolian, Arabic praying woman and five adult-looking mohines who were crying for mama. The only unshaken person is the chunky fellow who was unable to alight......

30/06/2016

Good morning friends?

You were born in a first class hospital and I was delivered at home. We both survived. You went to a private primary school and I went ta a public school and we ended at the same high school. You woke up from a bed and I woke up from the floor - we both had a peaceful night's rest. Your outfits are very expensive, mine are simple and cheap but we both cover our nakedness. You ate fried chicken rice, I ate ugali madodo and we both ate to our satisfaction. You ride a lexus, jeep or hummer and I use public transport. We still get to our destination. You may be reading this post from your sony xperia or samsung galaxy. I typed it with a borrowed benefactor's Alcatel or a nokia c2 and we both see the message.

Lifestyle is not a competition and there are different ways to get a lot of things done, different lanes all leading to the same destination. Happiness doesn't come from having everything but from making the best out of what you have. It is all about how you see yourself. Stay on your own lane and look ahead and God will bless you my friend .....
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30/06/2016

Never ignore your woman!

Do not take a woman for granted if she is giving you too much attention. Consider yourself lucky because maybe she loves you so much that she does not want anyone else to take her place in your life. If she is jealous of the other women around you don’t think she is insecure but she does not want to see anyone else to be in your arms. If a woman says sorry to you even though it was not her fault do not think she fears losing you but she considers her relationship worth another chance and she does not want anyone else to have your heart.

If you see her crying, dont think she is weak; she is trying to get rid of the urge to slit your throat as you sleep tonight!

30/06/2016

ADULTS ONLY ......

Respect your woman.

For most men, saying, “I love you,” means, I want to be in a relationship with you. That he wants to know the colour of your G-string. That’s not enough for her. She needs to see your love evidenced. Love is a verb. Love is action, not words. Love is showing her that you value her more than any other person, that you want her happiness, that you appreciate her talent and gifts and you’re willing to nurture them, that you respect them, that you are willing to put the needs of the relationship above your own personal, selfish needs.

If you curse her, call her names, if you do things to intentionally hurt her, that’s not love, that is abuse. Love is not having to be asked to fix soup and orange juice when she is sick. Love is cleaning her car without her having to ask. Love is making note of something she said she wanted six months before her birthday. She needs to feel loved. She needs to feel like her presence in your life is essential and that you would be “less than” without her. It doesn’t mean buying her things, although sometimes that may be part of the package, but she needs to feel like when she is not in your physical presence that you are thinking about her and that it is your desire to make her happy.

She needs to be valued for more than her gender role. I am not sure what emotional need that would be. For thousands of years women have been relegated to the role of domestic chores, as cooks, maids, and children care providers. A woman should not be in a relationship with anyone who thinks that her va**na makes her the only person in the household who can clean a toilet or dust. We have to be able to sit down and figure out a system where she don’t feel like she is your maid or where she feels like she is being taken advantage of because you are holding on to absurd ideas about what a woman brings to the table. She brings empathy, compassion, intellect, integrity. Yes, she is a very neat, clean, tidy person but there is nothing about her va**na or uterus that designates that she has to follow behind you and clean up after you. She needs the spirit of cooperation in her relationship for her to flourish emotionally.....

Let the flak fly ......

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