STORIES OF THE DILAPIDATED HUMAN.

MWANAIDI’S STORY By Brian Nzomo Brian, I have muzzled this darkness for long and I don’t know how long I can let it enshroud me in secrecy. I am a thirty year old single mother. I have a son, Jeremy, who is a month shy of marking his ninth birthday. I also have a boyfriendContinue reading “STORIES OF THE DILAPIDATED HUMAN.”

STORIES OF THE DILAPIDATED HUMAN.

MICHAEL’S STORY. By Brian Nzomo I was seemingly satisfied with the type of lifestyle I was leading until I made a three-day stay at a cousin’s place. Frank was an year older than me, and I considered him more handsome and outgoing. He was also fly, enigmatic and passionately ethereal. But one thing about himContinue reading “STORIES OF THE DILAPIDATED HUMAN.”

TWISTED.

By Brian Nzomo. When I first met Sheila’s parents, I was anxious at first because they were stinking rich. I was not doing bad financially, but I was afraid they would turn our fianceeship down on those grounds. Sheila convinced me that her parents were liberal enough to oversee petty reasons for not liking me.Continue reading “TWISTED.”

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