The dog licked the thick blood. Everyone stared. Who had the the guts to dare stop it? Wasn't the 'dog' that stabbed the lady worse than the real one?
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Nights were meant for sleep while for others, they were meant for slip. Save for internet sprawls,no more motions for me at night. Liquid consumption is always checked to control dream distraction and injuries(last time I stumbled on a stool on my way to drop another one, I fell with a thud, bled like a cornered mosquito, and forced to open eyes and let go my Beast and White House dream. A sad explanation to a fake birthmark on my right cheek) of course cowardice is not part of the equation! So as I stick to sleep, an idiot specialises in slipping. And this night wasn't the best, it was a test that saw someone rest.
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A cock can't be cocked or cock in a single territory or as the adage goes, no cock serves a single hen. This is a battle ground for Guthu and Tuthu, neighbours who are happily married. Their partner in crime Metho has ensured that the two have a competition, his wife. You see, this madness of building a house in the Muchene village,leaving your wife there and working in the city only to appear on well-known dates, is the mother of all differently mannered kids under one roof.
So Metho is working hard in the city and heavily investing in Muchene. His latest acquisition, the high density Bobmil mattress and a king sized bed have ensured that the guest frequency is a notch higher, the bed is too big, too cold for his wife. Company is necessary. The fact that the lass is well endowed, shy and generous, makes conflict paramount. Guthu and Tuthu have their shares but as usual, battle for dominance is up. Guthu argues that he deserves a larger share since it was he that the lady wanted but Metho had the cash and speed, he spewed too fast and claimed ownership. Tuthu on the other hand believes in survival for the fittest. Above all, the lady called him more often than Guthu. This is the birth of death.
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Grapevine doesn't sleep. Whispers crawl. Doubts and allegations against the two rivals reach Metho. His wife doesn't deny anything, but confirms nothing. She pesters him to either choose her or the job. He chooses both. Wife at home, job at the city. The wife, Nyarari warns that if anything happens, she's not to blame. Their children, Jill and Job have joined boarding schools, now the wife is the sole occupant of the mansion. Rumours haven't spared the ears of Guthu's and Tuthu's wives. They've heard and issued threats to the accused.
Guthu, in a desperate mission to revenge his loss in the competition, confides to and confesses to his wife,Nyakairu. She's happy but also ready to punish the husband snatching neighbour. She's an embittered soul for as much as her husband has come back, she's certain he wouldn't mind dropping his finger in her (Nyarari's) honey jar one or more times. Nyarari, like her name is a pretty petite doll whose glow only a fool would ignore. They conspire. And the conspiracy falls in the right place.
Tuthu,free of competition now rules Nyarari's body. She's all his in the absence of the hardworking husband. To his surprise, instead of Guthu getting annoyed, they become even better friends. Like a hungry hyena, he falls in the trap of trusting and confiding his moves to the former rival. Tuthu's wife, Mso, is a giant both in body size and anger management. She has a record of husband battering and her siblings hate her too. She is the reason behind the dents on their faces and stomach linings. Her husband reveres her but the charm and wells of a meek prettier woman have made him a warthog.
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This evening from a spree with Guthu,Tuthu tells him how he'll enjoy the night,in the best loins of Muchene. They laugh. Guthu sends a text message to his wife who forwards the same to the enraged giant who's more than willing to enjoy the catch.
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"She's killing her, help! Help!" Guthu's wife calls for the fake help. She's happy of the outcome. The scheme was excellent. She's however worried, the giant is too aggressive and emotional, she'll cause damage beyond the plan. It was supposed to be a lesson,not a murder.
Nyarari's death is in everyone's mouth. Perhaps, this is my version of the same, various versions are flying. We're helplessly watching the dog lick the blood. She was stabbed several times before anyone came to save her. The scene is sorry. The architects out of fear have confessed, the culprit is on the run. A siren is heard, the remains and the architects are flown to their various cells.
#Nomys_Madness
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Nights were meant for sleep while for others, they were meant for slip. Save for internet sprawls,no more motions for me at night. Liquid consumption is always checked to control dream distraction and injuries(last time I stumbled on a stool on my way to drop another one, I fell with a thud, bled like a cornered mosquito, and forced to open eyes and let go my Beast and White House dream. A sad explanation to a fake birthmark on my right cheek) of course cowardice is not part of the equation! So as I stick to sleep, an idiot specialises in slipping. And this night wasn't the best, it was a test that saw someone rest.
### ###
A cock can't be cocked or cock in a single territory or as the adage goes, no cock serves a single hen. This is a battle ground for Guthu and Tuthu, neighbours who are happily married. Their partner in crime Metho has ensured that the two have a competition, his wife. You see, this madness of building a house in the Muchene village,leaving your wife there and working in the city only to appear on well-known dates, is the mother of all differently mannered kids under one roof.
So Metho is working hard in the city and heavily investing in Muchene. His latest acquisition, the high density Bobmil mattress and a king sized bed have ensured that the guest frequency is a notch higher, the bed is too big, too cold for his wife. Company is necessary. The fact that the lass is well endowed, shy and generous, makes conflict paramount. Guthu and Tuthu have their shares but as usual, battle for dominance is up. Guthu argues that he deserves a larger share since it was he that the lady wanted but Metho had the cash and speed, he spewed too fast and claimed ownership. Tuthu on the other hand believes in survival for the fittest. Above all, the lady called him more often than Guthu. This is the birth of death.
###
Grapevine doesn't sleep. Whispers crawl. Doubts and allegations against the two rivals reach Metho. His wife doesn't deny anything, but confirms nothing. She pesters him to either choose her or the job. He chooses both. Wife at home, job at the city. The wife, Nyarari warns that if anything happens, she's not to blame. Their children, Jill and Job have joined boarding schools, now the wife is the sole occupant of the mansion. Rumours haven't spared the ears of Guthu's and Tuthu's wives. They've heard and issued threats to the accused.
Guthu, in a desperate mission to revenge his loss in the competition, confides to and confesses to his wife,Nyakairu. She's happy but also ready to punish the husband snatching neighbour. She's an embittered soul for as much as her husband has come back, she's certain he wouldn't mind dropping his finger in her (Nyarari's) honey jar one or more times. Nyarari, like her name is a pretty petite doll whose glow only a fool would ignore. They conspire. And the conspiracy falls in the right place.
Tuthu,free of competition now rules Nyarari's body. She's all his in the absence of the hardworking husband. To his surprise, instead of Guthu getting annoyed, they become even better friends. Like a hungry hyena, he falls in the trap of trusting and confiding his moves to the former rival. Tuthu's wife, Mso, is a giant both in body size and anger management. She has a record of husband battering and her siblings hate her too. She is the reason behind the dents on their faces and stomach linings. Her husband reveres her but the charm and wells of a meek prettier woman have made him a warthog.
##
This evening from a spree with Guthu,Tuthu tells him how he'll enjoy the night,in the best loins of Muchene. They laugh. Guthu sends a text message to his wife who forwards the same to the enraged giant who's more than willing to enjoy the catch.
#
"She's killing her, help! Help!" Guthu's wife calls for the fake help. She's happy of the outcome. The scheme was excellent. She's however worried, the giant is too aggressive and emotional, she'll cause damage beyond the plan. It was supposed to be a lesson,not a murder.
Nyarari's death is in everyone's mouth. Perhaps, this is my version of the same, various versions are flying. We're helplessly watching the dog lick the blood. She was stabbed several times before anyone came to save her. The scene is sorry. The architects out of fear have confessed, the culprit is on the run. A siren is heard, the remains and the architects are flown to their various cells.
#Nomys_Madness
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