Walking Tall Among the Dead

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The man who raped women now rapes the dead.

He goes through all the cadavers inserting fingers. He loves their tightness so. He is the last to taste them, he boasts, even those who seemed untouchable in their life.

The man debuted in his career after the home he lived ostracized him. Kith and kin slaughtered bulls and chicken for his getting job at the morgue. With the dead he couldn’t hurt anyone, they said. He had raped and sodomized way too much.

He was in primary school when he raped his seat mate, an autistic girl he found himself smitten with. He was barely circumcised when he raped the village’s oldest woman. The granny died of heart palpitations.

The man now challenges all those who have evidence to bring it forward. The people want him dead and gone, perhaps a cadaver himself he won’t hurt anyone.

“I will wash your defied corpse and gurney it to court to testify,” he boldly says. “And if I get acquitted, leave town.”

He walks tall, free, in the streets. 

Endless Circle of Infidelity

Frank stood beside the bed semi-nude, a snow-white hotel towel wrapped around his teeny-weeny waist for a man. When he saw me enter he froze. Obviously he was not expecting

God Answered My Prayer

Against my better judgement and Mother’s advice, I followed the love of my life to the barracks. Soldiers are never there for their families,she told me. You were never there for me,I retorted, and you’re not a soldier.

Every time he leaves for another mission in Somalia, I pray: God, let him come back alive.

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