UPCOMING RELEASE: NOVEL – Inevitable Desires: First Love

Hedwig Sanzi Joe, aka Heddie, is an innocent high school girl who falls in love with a reformed criminal working in the church. When she becomes of age and decided to give the man of her dreams her heart, she doesn't know that she has signed up for the greatest hurt, betrayal, and confusion she would ever experience.

Share This Post

Lovely People, Readers and Lovers of good stories; 
I know I have been a disappointment this year; not writing as much as I am supposed. I’m sorry, I take the blame. But, I never forgot about you, about our unwritten pact that I should give you interesting stories every other day. 
I have been busy making another baby, born of first love; and here she is: INEVITABLE DESIRES: First Love. It is a story you don’t want to miss. 
 
Hedwig Sanzi Joe, aka Heddie, is an innocent high school girl who falls in love with a reformed criminal working in the church. When she becomes of age and decided to give the man of her dreams her heart, she doesn’t know that she has signed up for the greatest hurt, betrayal, and confusion she would ever experience. Skeletons of her boyfriend’s past decide to crawl out of the closet and all she ever believed in is shattered. She doesn’t know that she is moving from one criminal to another when she makes the mistake of marrying the Permanent Secretary in the Ministry of Finance until she learns that her husband is the real criminal, not the boyfriend she let go.
This is Heddie’s story, the school girl that Kennedy Maina meets towards the end of Twisted Times: Son of Man.
 
On 31 October 2019 – that’s when this story gets out and Hedwig spills the beans about her secret life.
 
PRE-ORDER today to be the first to get the copy on 31 October 2019. It’s only Ksh. 600 (Paybill No. 909534 – Mystery Publishers LTD; put your name as the account number).
 
 
 

Deaths of Right (Part II)

Take care of my children. His voice never left me. There were nights that I dreamed in such vivid detail that when I woke, I was confused, forgetting, for a fraction of a second, that I was in my bed. For the minutes that followed, the grief washed over me for the loss of a friend who had had my back, the uselessness of my life fighting for the imperialism of a country that didn’t care for me. Part of me wondered if the dreams would change, if one day they would be the same monochrome shadows of before Somalia.

Do You Want To Hone Your Writing Skills?

Register today for creative writing courses

error: Content is protected !!