Ochola.Wesonga

A MODERN SLAVE The biggest slave owners today do not have human names because they are not human. They do not carry guns and whips. They are not harsh and cruel like former masters. In fact, they are man-made. How do I know this? Simple, I have been a slave to one of them myself. I have no physical marks or scars to show you. My chains were in my mind. My scars I carry in my heart. Truly I tell you, modern slave owners are friendly. They live among us. They do not hide in big mansions with guards like in the past. My master went by the name Ngwai or sometimes I called him Kindukulu. He did not bind me up in chains instead he offered me a feeling I could not resist. I can’t really tell you how I became a slave. I realized I am a slave when it was too late.   I was already addicted to him. Little did I know that the more I took him the more I gave him my will to decide. He was now living inside me. He made me thirsty whenever he felt like it. God curse that wretched thirst. Whe

What you are about to read till the last word I promise you is a story that took place in a very remote village deep down Busia county, in village called Mabunge telling of a real issue “BRIDE PRICE” . First say hello to my friends who are going to help me tell it. *The Village Pastor* We would have called him a different name but for maximum effect lets go with that. I am sure you know how they dress. An oversized, shiny brown suit, no, bright yellow. Surprisingly good leather shoes, a gift from a church member who resides in Nairobi but received a miracle from his prayers. Have you noticed how everything in the village tastes better? I mean everything. It is real and genuine. Anyway, he is in this story because he presided over the bride price payment. He has never received a share of the bride price and now that Derrick has written to him requesting his presence at an urgent meeting he has no choice but to oblige. *Derrick* Go on; say hi to Derrick the groom. The dissat

2:43 a.m. She knew poison would have worked best but it also meant evidence which could be traced back to her. So she settled on a sleeping portion. Wait till he sleeps then suffocate him.   This was going to be the first time she takes a man’s life. She has been adjusting this thought in her head for a long time fitting it to play different outcomes in her head. There is even one time she decided not to go through with it and sleep. If she had, then there would be no story. 2:44 a.m She carefully lifts the blue duvet off her naked body. Walks to the bathroom to fix herself up just as pretty as she did on their wedding day. Her gown had been delivered yesterday from the cleaners. 2:55 a.m She is at the bed kneeling beside him. She slowly smells the red rose in her hand and carefully places it on the bed just a few inches from his head. In a whisper like voice she leans in to his ear and says “I think I am more pretty tonight than I was on our wedding day. There is a full

SEX IN THE CHURCH              Sex enjoyed or otherwise outside the heaven of marriage is a sin that gives birth to a world of destruction and pain that follows you everywhere like a shadow that can only be extinguished by hiding under the cover of darkness and building a wall of justification around you. This of course is a lie. First I agree that it is very difficult to be a human being. Hands down! Just waking up in the morning then remembering that that hey I am alive, God has given me a new day, a new life, another chance to live and perhaps maybe, just maybe you might say thank you Lord. I receive this gift of life. Let your will be done. Yes sex! I think out of all the things God created, sex to me takes the crown. Sex is a secret so small, so common, so sweet, and whispered by a seductive tongue in darkness. Sex is a secret that has brought down mighty kingdoms and great civilizations. In a blink of an eye, mighty men of God have fallen to a secret so small and commo