"Relax," she ordered him. His anger was updating like an application. How could she?
She was only too silly to be silent that long. His duty was simple; pay bills. She had her specified features for her lineage and sadly,his input was phenotypic.
### #### ###
"So I'm a mere foster, without my knowledge," he asked passively in a statement more in a monologue than to an existing soul.
She shook her head. Stared at her daughters in a quizzical look of are-you-blind-big-boy. He realised that the only similarity with the pretty dolls was a mere bunch of mannerisms. Only a fool would waste time and resources on DNA tests.
He was the father, foster. Blood was blurred,actually non-existent...
### ### ###
Mwathi and Muthoni got married as soon as they left college. They hardly waited for the graduation list to be released. On the last night after sitting for the last paper, they resolved to start life together. That night, Mwathi swam in the deepest swamp amid the lilies. He was the luckiest boy,he thought so.
### ### ###
Girl talk. The rules were simple,no man,no boy, not even a male flea was allowed in the room. The discussion was exclusively feminine or most appropriately, feminist. The ideas got jumbled up. Laughter. Challenge. Aggression. Agreement. All that mattered were the ideas to curb the chauvinism that was eminent in the society. Such talks usually took place in girls' hostels. That's where Muthoni got her lesson -you-are-the-determinant-of-father. The debate was hot, just like the speakers. The ideological backing was not only mean but also shrewdly weird.
How they fancied some men,their brilliance but not their arrogance. They did research. They narrowed down to genetic and acquired characteristics. The solution was reached, fix a dude when ovulating,time well accurately, get what you need,look for a rearing fool, let him believe you. Getting a preferred offspring is that easy!
### ### ###
Models, feminists,fashionistas and activists unfortunately dropped the terms and fantasies next to the college gate. They dressed in reality and settled with what they got. Accepted kids to be heavenly gifts, irrespective of the conditions aspired. For Muthoni, the case was different. She was a go getter and couldn't settle for less. She pursued her dreams,achieved her desires, enjoyed life until...
### ### ###
Diana was a roommate in college. She knew all the radical tendencies that Muthoni harboured. She was her confidante. That day, nine years after school,she bumped unto her friend by sheer coincidence. She could hardly grasp how her naughty roommate could have settled with the meek church boy so well. They agreed to meet at her place in the poshy Milimani Estate. That's when hell broke loose, the church boy heard the worst nightmare. The daughters he had raised so well were not his.
### ### ###
He was thinking fast,faster than a head of an ousted state. How could she?
He needed to act, to take the best step. Nine years in a fake family. Nine years in a lie. Nine years ago, he made a terrible mistake. Nine years of his life wasted.
He looked at her,eyes full of rage. The friend sneaked out. He raised his voice,words failed him. He tried to move, the joints joined his wife in betrayal. However when he...
#Nomys_Madness
She was only too silly to be silent that long. His duty was simple; pay bills. She had her specified features for her lineage and sadly,his input was phenotypic.
### #### ###
"So I'm a mere foster, without my knowledge," he asked passively in a statement more in a monologue than to an existing soul.
She shook her head. Stared at her daughters in a quizzical look of are-you-blind-big-boy. He realised that the only similarity with the pretty dolls was a mere bunch of mannerisms. Only a fool would waste time and resources on DNA tests.
He was the father, foster. Blood was blurred,actually non-existent...
### ### ###
Mwathi and Muthoni got married as soon as they left college. They hardly waited for the graduation list to be released. On the last night after sitting for the last paper, they resolved to start life together. That night, Mwathi swam in the deepest swamp amid the lilies. He was the luckiest boy,he thought so.
### ### ###
Girl talk. The rules were simple,no man,no boy, not even a male flea was allowed in the room. The discussion was exclusively feminine or most appropriately, feminist. The ideas got jumbled up. Laughter. Challenge. Aggression. Agreement. All that mattered were the ideas to curb the chauvinism that was eminent in the society. Such talks usually took place in girls' hostels. That's where Muthoni got her lesson -you-are-the-determinant-of-father. The debate was hot, just like the speakers. The ideological backing was not only mean but also shrewdly weird.
How they fancied some men,their brilliance but not their arrogance. They did research. They narrowed down to genetic and acquired characteristics. The solution was reached, fix a dude when ovulating,time well accurately, get what you need,look for a rearing fool, let him believe you. Getting a preferred offspring is that easy!
### ### ###
Models, feminists,fashionistas and activists unfortunately dropped the terms and fantasies next to the college gate. They dressed in reality and settled with what they got. Accepted kids to be heavenly gifts, irrespective of the conditions aspired. For Muthoni, the case was different. She was a go getter and couldn't settle for less. She pursued her dreams,achieved her desires, enjoyed life until...
### ### ###
Diana was a roommate in college. She knew all the radical tendencies that Muthoni harboured. She was her confidante. That day, nine years after school,she bumped unto her friend by sheer coincidence. She could hardly grasp how her naughty roommate could have settled with the meek church boy so well. They agreed to meet at her place in the poshy Milimani Estate. That's when hell broke loose, the church boy heard the worst nightmare. The daughters he had raised so well were not his.
### ### ###
He was thinking fast,faster than a head of an ousted state. How could she?
He needed to act, to take the best step. Nine years in a fake family. Nine years in a lie. Nine years ago, he made a terrible mistake. Nine years of his life wasted.
He looked at her,eyes full of rage. The friend sneaked out. He raised his voice,words failed him. He tried to move, the joints joined his wife in betrayal. However when he...
#Nomys_Madness
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