Modern Mom


Steve is that popular chap you shared a hostel window back in campus. He was a ladies' man too. A modern casanova of sorts. You loved hanging around him because through him you got access to pretty campus divas. You had the hots for Carol, the voluptuous damsel born and raised in the wheat fields of Narok. But Steve beat you to her... READ MORE..
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I am Selfish

He has been of out the country for the last two years. He left very suddenly for further studies when our daughter was only nine months old. He came home to visit a handful of times; each time expecting his little girl to be the same way she was when he left. It always amazed him how fast she was growing. But behind the excitement I saw a sense of loss. I saw the pain in his eyes when she looked at him like a stranger the first five minutes.  I could tell that he hated the fact that he missed many firsts with her... READ MORE...
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The food had just started boiling when I heard a knock on the door. My pocket was hurting that day; I only had 4 shillings to my name. Not one to despair, I was contented working with what I had – rice, potatoes and an onion. Without the tomatoes to at least add some color, I was prepared to have some very bland lunch. But it was ok, as mom always told us, tummies are not transparent. Once you are full, no one will know what it is that you ate. But still, unless we’re talking wedding gowns, there’s nothing pretty about white on white; especially when it comes to food... READ MORE...

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My water broke around 3:30 that Sunday afternoon. Since I’d been in ‘barely there’ labor since 9 in the morning, everything was ready and already by the door. I quickly put on the blue dress that boyfriend was ironing at the time and we rushed out... READ MORE...

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