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  Oh my dress My dress, I'm sorry I cut you short Gone are the days I put you on Learnt on internet should cut you short A slit under buttocks pretty naked fashion! Men don't detect if they don't see legs A cleavage and a little nakedness I'm dressing sexy to seduce my boys Oh my dress! You're no longer my choice I put on in the rural village In city store for my old-age Design' design short design It wasn't my idea, I bought it online Oh my dress scenic  is no longer my cake  I had to streamline you for my gram Followers love curve; you don't reveal my cake I'm cutting you short for a bit sexy post on gram 

            The Father of My Girl    Your absence stabs mucher than a knife peek How much I desire these images would speak Everyday they stare at me and say it was beautiful! One said, the thing we did at the altar was so cool. The man I married the man I happily wedded  Ten years later I still miss the nights we beded  Your community knows til death do us part I'd not agree for D even if you'd tore me in parts The legal father of my girl; a girl you didn't make And I can't disclose it. Secreting the truth to the grave I left to work oversea for you and for my girl's sake  She's big now post graduating and married with Dave   The man I married, it's been 6 years since I left And I'm so sorry for leaving with your conjugals I miss every bit of you each time my inn get wet Picturing honeymooning nights I giving you my alls

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With nothing they came  With a large luggage they left With little little shop-stuff they came With a lot shamba-stuff they left It's a vacation! They off the bus with their bags With a fake-smile we give them hugs And exclaimed, welcome for your vacation! We unbox the boxed for us Bread cakes and drinks with carbon gas They lured kids with gums and sweets And no work, they daily dressed in suits  Harvesting knows  knows not the sow Sack of a cereal a bucket of a potato  Bunches of bananas several sugarcanes Carried everything and left us their names  <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-4343313269690969"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>

  Behind Jua Kali garage Kanairo, a short dark and beautiful brave young girl was walking to work when she noticed a crowd of young men in groups behind the garage.   She had noticed them a few days after she started to work as a cook at Njoroge’s kiosk , which was stationed in front of the garage. It raised alarm when she noticed that those people were just there and, they were not doing anything constructive. Kanairo used to walk on the road which was not very far from them. She walked through it every day she went to work early in the morning before dawn and later in the evening after sunset. Njoki and Kamae were engineers at Jua Kali garage and they were workmates with a very tight friendshipness. They were always together during lunch hours. They were Njoroge’s regular customers and they used to go round the kibanda when they were not at work. Njoroge used to prepare traditional uji , traditionally fermented milk, and fermented mango juice. Kanairo on the other h...

Delivered from the garbage by Paul K Wanjiku  Education is like a stepping stone So you step on it, and lift your life on top. Give it a rhyme, give it your best tone And live up saying You started from the bottom, But now you're on top Some life events cannot be forgotten I always pray for them Whenever I recall them Living in the streets wasn't easy Imagine kuhustle tangu asubuhi Na ukipata doh , unaitwa mwizi Life' is no easy. Garbage life was the way to survive Out blue, we got a chance in a life You made us smile You gave us the chance to better our lives Life in in Ndugu Mdogo Was so good Even we couldn't afford to doze on Before meal We said a prayer, then bona petito If we did okay You recognized it and said, capito! We share we care We belong to each other Life is a bridge, hold my hand I hold his hand, we cross together We are humans, we depend on others For sure, we belong to each other We liked it when us you embraced Tied us tig...

Part 1 "It started like..." I hadn't loved before I met her She was not attractive I genuinely loved her I met her with her drank man I got close slipped in with a chat to her man 'Bro, you got a good ride beside you,' I said 'It is a public carrier,' he said I gave her a stare with my eyebrows rised She stared back, 'I'm booked and parked,' she said It was not a vigil, at some point we'd vacate 'I will have a meal instead,' she'd advocate  Her man and I conversed with drinks till late It was almost midnight when we left He needed support as he staggered down the road I was okay, her man was her load Matatuu stopped, they boarded and drove off To the opposite direction, I took off Part 2 "...after a few days..." Gadget popped an incoming call Truecaller identified the caller as Grace I swiped up my phone, and accepted the call 'Hello', I remembered her voice, 'it's Grace' She called again, and again...