Tag: Wakimuyu

Johnstone will wake up at 5:00 am. He will hear his alarm ringing and put his pillow around his ears, and wonder how he ended up here.

The sun is rising lazily and introducing a new day, and as it does the city is slowly humming to life.

There was a circus before we got to the sacrifice of blood. “I have heard that you are showing people your breasts?” The Great Healer began.

“There is another man that is stopping Beatrice from loving her husband,” the witch doctor sang in an irritating cadence.

I'm having a hectic week and I was wondering if I will be able to pull off a post on this blog today. “Give an excuse,” I thought.

Beatrice had become somewhat of a celebrity in Churo village. “A woman drinking alcohol?” My father Mateo rattled. “Abomination!”

“Look at my hips, do you want to hold my hips, Katana?” Beatrice continued in slurred speech while walking towards me.

You'll remember the crate of Tusker that lived underneath Njoro's bed, the one that was a bottle short? Beatrice had developed a taste for it.