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Man-Hood
It's early in the morning in Kiambu, the first rays of the sun paint the sky with hues of gold, a solemn setting unfolding along the banks of a cold, meandering river. Nestled within nature's embrace, we gathered in disciplined lines, our anticipation mingling with a touch of apprehension. The air carried a crisp freshness, and a gentle breeze rustle through the surrounding trees, adding a sense of serenity to the scene. The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed softly, mingling with the distant songs of birds welcoming the new day. Our bodies were marked with this earthy combination, symbolizing purity, protection, and a connection to our ancestral roots. The ash and cow dung, carefully applied in intricate patterns, created a stark contrast against our skin, blending shades of gray and brown with the warm undertones of our black complexion. The mixture formed a protective layer, shielding us from negative energies and evil spirits, ensuring our safe passage into manhood.
By Margaret Muthoni3 years ago in Fiction
The Water Droplet
THE WATER DROPLET Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the atmosphere, I came into existence as a mere water droplet. At first, there was a sense of nothingness, a void waiting to be filled. But then, something magical happened. Tiny specks of light, just like me, appeared all around, creating a sparse feeling of togetherness. It was as if we were old friends reuniting after a long separation, and joy bubbled within me at the thought of being unified.
By Fabrizio Molinari3 years ago in Fiction
A Better Place
The delicate touch of a hand caressing Edenβs face wakes her from a blissful sleep. She perks up to the deep aroma of coffee wafting towards her. As she rubs the crust out of her eyes, Anthonyβs gentle smile comes into focus, he offers the cup to her;
By YesItsMocha3 years ago in Fiction
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As the sun began to set, the sky erupted into a vibrant display of colors. Shades of pink, orange, and purple blended together to create a stunning palette that painted the entire horizon. The clouds looked like fluffy cotton candy, floating lazily in the warm summer breeze.
By π½ππππ πΏππππ 3 years ago in Fiction
The Book And Lily
Once upon a time, in a world far away, there lived a young magician named Lily. Lily was determined to become the greatest magician in the land, and she had already mastered many powerful spells. One day, when she was practicing her magic in the forest, she stumbled upon an ancient book lying among the trees. The book was bound in leather and was inscribed with runes that glowed in the sunlight.
By π½ππππ πΏππππ 3 years ago in Fiction
Is Life Real, Or It's Just Our Imagination
Yo! i stole again** i kept wanting to steal and i was only 11 years old. Oh No! what is wrong with me, said Kaeri. Nevertheless, i needed something enjoyable at school today and mum and dad gives me only $1 which is barely enough for me, my friends at school buy whatever they want and have a filled stomach, while i sulk with literally nothing, and wish i could buy whatever i wanted. We lived in a 1 bedroom small bungalow with my four other younger siblings and my mum, dad and a maid. The house couldnt fit us all as we had to sleep on one bed all seven of us, sometimes on the floor too. We were neither rich nor poor.
By Ericay Oks3 years ago in Fiction
Castle Upon Hill
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a magnificent castle built upon a hill that overlooked a small village. The castle belonged to a wealthy family who had lived there for generations. The family was known throughout the land for their beauty, intelligence, and kind hearts. Everyone in the village admired them and looked up to them.
By π½ππππ πΏππππ 3 years ago in Fiction
The Extraordinary Adventure of Amelia and the Time Key. Content Warning.
FOREWORD In the realm of imagination and boundless curiosity, where dreams intertwine with reality, there exists a tale that transcends time itself. It is a story of a young girl named Amelia, whose extraordinary adventure would leave an indelible mark on the world and ignite a fire in the hearts of all who hear it.
By Samuel Korede3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals
Jasmine never considered herself a bad bitch. On the contrary, she always considered herself an odd duck. A nerd so to speak. But neither to her benefit nor detriment, she would fully take ownership of the fact that she has always had a slick ass mouth. And sometimes the outcome of that slick ass mouth was bad. Like the near death execution, she narrowly escaped.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction





