KENYAN POET

[...] that they have portable toilets. What I decided to do is a story of another day! posted by the kenyan poet posted by the kenyan poet [...]

[...] tried speaking but he was now voiceless.... Rhetoric questions towered in the air posted by the kenyan poet posted by the kenyan poet [...]

[...] Of twinkling stars... Awilo, my love! And I feel like a king On a throne! posted by the kenyan poet [...]

[...] was the wedding dress. Violet had a sigh of reilef! She just went to sleep...... posted by the kenyan poet [...]

[...] a spotless spangling face, a sparkling skin, a summarized waist... and a delta on her chest cavity that silently spoke to my itchy fingers. Her name was Queen Goddess! She actually poked [...]

[...] salivate at the swirling curves of her hips and the protrusions that formed twirls on her chest cavity. She dropped her C.U membership and started going to night clubs. This same Christabel who had [...]

[...] . She came and hugged me for 12 seconds. Any my grandpa was amazed at how she was squeezing her chest cavity into mine. She then kissed my cheek thus leaving her red lip stick mark. What I was told by [...]

The issues I would like the World Bank to highlight, and areas I think would have the biggest impact on reducing poverty As a developing country, Ken [...]

What has impressed me about Kenya’s efforts to reduce poverty The Government of Kenya has made numerous  struggles in promulgating  war against p [...]

What I think could make poverty reduction efforts more effective in the future One day my friend took me to Kibera. Its a slum that my fingers were i [...]

[...] in campuses is that girls are now going for injections and therapies to expand their chest cavities and sitting apparatus!!! Yes they will look attractive for the first couple of years. Then [...]

[...] am I saying? They will develop emanations of either circular or oval protrusions at their chest cavities. And as soon as these ships dock, the old aged white tycoons with faces that look like tilted [...]

[...] themselves and immerse their nakedness into it. The serious protrusions that tower their chest cavities will then float on water... From a distance, a throng of hungry men will climb the nearest [...]

[...] Beauty is a bud that blooms And sprouts like flower petals You gleam like morning dew That twinkle when dawn cracks Beauty is a fog in the sun It fades [...]

[...] after the circumcision ritual, its obligatory for a boy to lure a girl and pierce her flower petals gently using his middle leg during the daytime. If the girl sighs and shrieks in an audible [...]

[...] old men as though they are boneless. One hand holding the pole, the other fondling the flower petals below their waists. They will even go ahead to climb on top of the tables and show the [...]

[...] thirsty. Malnourished. Emaciated. With eyes full of stifling flies. His nose has a stream of dry mucus. He is leaking it. One hand on his mothers' sharp shoulder. The other hand on her fatigued [...]

[...] a leaking sewer. Besides the furrow, were small naked children moulding mud. They had a map of dry mucus binding their noses to their upper lip. Their feets were bare. I was also amazed to see a busy [...]

[...] moulded mud there. They enjoyed leaking the stinking spume from the dirty furrow. Deltas of dry mucus binded their noses to their upper lip. Yark! I clicked my tongue. I wrinkled my face like a lady [...]

[...] in readiness for your arrival. You should have seen how I asked myself a plethora of rhetoric questions in excitement. When you said you will pay me a visit earlier today, a concatenation of [...]

[...] ... anytime she comes home late she will have to sit for an exam and answer my plethora of rhetoric questions accompanied by special slaps on her spotless face...! It really breaks my heart to know [...]

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