A PICTURE PERFECT LIFE
The Ngugi’s left the less noble affairs to their numerous workers, maids and helps and instead chose to spend their entire days and fortunes playing golf in the most expensive Naivasha Golf Club amidst a company of likewise rich friends and their families – doing this as a strategic move to meet business partners and push their
business to the right hands – since their first business took off. It was a simple affair at first, without much hope of becoming the business empire it had turned out to be; for their lack of education certificates and credentials and more so, the meagre funds to supply their initial capital, combined with a lack of wisdom in commerce, gave them a humility ...
"Run! Run! Run! Come on hurry up testing is in less then a week and I expect all of your to pass! Even you Mei Gui! Knees up run! " I hurry up glaring at the Gym instructor wondering why the heck I even tried.
"It! Is! Rose!" I yell as I catch the foot ball and fail at throwing it back. The guy that was my partner scowls as he picks it up and throws it
hard against my head. I bounce back slamming into the floor from the impact. Darn it, I should have been looking at him instead of the stupid Instructor. Whatever, I hear the whistle blare shaking me up to a sitting position as the guy who had just hit me sulked off to the dressing room. I shake my head laying my hand on the tender side of my face as the Instru...
“This is tedious,” complained Tebogo to his father as they drove through the reserve, “Why do we have to be here?”. Tebogo already knew about his father’s job, but he was hoping for a more specific answer. His father, Dr. Zander Adams, was the top biology professor at the University of Cape Town and had gone into the field to collect data for a
Once Tebogo was done, Zander replied, “I know you’d rather be back home with your friends, but your mother and I didn’t name you ‘resentful’. I thought that this would be a good opportunity for you since you’ve never been to Kruger before. I would say that you should take this time to look around since you might never see anything like this ...
Friendship is not as simple to describe a relationship between two or more friends. It is something more than it. Friendship is a beautiful relationship of souls. Sometimes, it even describes the difference between the friend and the best friend. It is a combination of love, care and trust.
One such story defines Aditya's Friendship world. Being a
talented and good lad, he was liked by many students of his age. He used to help others in way or the other. He was also in the Basket Ball team of his school, so he was known by many other students. He was always ready to share his food, sorrow, happiness with the one whom he considered his great friends. Aditya's thought was that, he had the most powerful and b...
Looking out the window, the building changes to trees as I go nearer to my destination.
I'm still not sure if I want to go back to our house. It has a lot of memories that I'm trying hard not to remember.
I don't want to go back but I promised my best friend that I'll be there for his birthday. I don't like breaking promises and Spencer used that
against me. I also want to see him because I'm missing him badly.
Our story is a typical one where the girl falls for the wingman. We became best friends instead of being together. Mainly my choice but he still keeps on asking if he can court me. I don't think I am ready for a relationship even if it is with him. Especially with him. I'm too afraid to loose ...
On the sexual Nile, he loses control women have a soft spot for luxurious hot oils.
What sex benefits like a Literotica riding Camel's back gently stimulating climax.
Her taste for almonds good nutritional what a messaging relaxing vacation.
Traveling to another exotic Island babes of Brazil wearing their low cut bikinis.
Hot men, with their sex skilled
hands Brazilian body rub Teadora she hot explorer or facials for your hair, "Go Hollywood" Shuemera she felt like a Dora soft hands so much more to explore.
Women with Rita Hayworth sexy red hair like Genie in a bottle more men to stimulate like my country farm cattle.Those popular hair treatment going first class sipping my bottle of Sex on the beach bubbl...
1.She's the Subrosa Bird worshipper
2. Tea Touch her "Teacup" 1/2 Tears.
Her power not to push her moving away from all the fears.
How many years to have so many secrets.Did the cat get your tongue?
The darkness of love how steep every time she takes a cat nap curiosity she stretches in her sleep she talks.
He watches her in her sleep All women stalk.So
much to talk about why such silence.The sounds got more intense.
This was a secret competition it is au fond to be grateful the actual secret coming out that’s you don’t bottle yourself up.
Getting yourself all worked up getting caps on your teeth.
Remember you have the potential you are the victory it’s in your hand but your eyes are your doorway ...
Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.
But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...
How the silence greeted her revelation he had this clock-wise reaction and Charlotte curved her position like a pendulum going back and forth. It was all she could say she looked up at him dancing with the golden flames piercing her eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of the time that elapsed like the war of the flow of clocks world. She hopes so strongly she
didn’t jump into his frying pan of words like trying to read the top of the hour newspaper trying to tell the time it’s like a second-hand clock. But first, most importantly we cannot turn the clock back to undo the harm it caused. But we certainly have the power to go with the flow to make things better instant solutions have a way of coming unstuck. T...
Melody tottled down the crowded sidewalk in her four inch stilettos, self consciously tugging and pulling at her skin tight sweater mini dress. The chill of the October night reminded her of her regret for her scantily clad attire. She kept her eyes to the ground, experiencing a full range of emotions, but especially embarrassment, and anxiety about the
potential to trip over broken cement. Mumbling under her breath, she began listing the ways she disappointed herself for going out this night.
It was the last time she would take fashion advice from her roommate, and the only time she would be set up on a date. Her roommate's idea of finding a suitable mate was primarily based on superficial traits like: Greek...
I tried not to look at any of my patients as if they were crazy, but this guy actually scared me. It was like he was in my head. I've dealt with an array of people with many different disorders, but he was the first to get to me.
He gazed lifelessly into my eyes. He wouldn't look away when he talked to me. Usually, when someone looks in your eyes, its
comforting, bonding. Not him. He was terrifying.
"You don't like me." he said.
"That isn't true." I lied. "I just need to figure out what kind of help you need, and you're a bit hard to read."
"You're lying." he said with a tight smile.
A chill went down my spine. I've never dealt with someone like him before. It was like the devil himself was sitt...
I do my homework as I treasure my seat on the full bus, on my way to the hospital, like I've been doing for the past three days. Papa has been sick for a long time, but he always refused to go to the doctor, because he didn't want to “waste” money. And it's true that it's expensive. Almost too expensive.
Suddenly, the bus jolts to a stop. A scraggly
line appears across my homework. I sigh. At least it's in pencil. I stuff the paper into my bag and join the mob of people trying to get off the bus.
Everything in the hospital already seems so familiar. I even recognize some of the nurses and patients. I reach 32 B and gently open the door. Papa is sitting up in his bed, staring at the wall. He sees me th...
The fall didn't hurt, but the landing sure did. It must have been twenty feet. Maybe thirty. My ankles hurt. They weren't broken, I thought. Probably just sprained. I could move them but not enough to walk on. It was dark down here. And humid. Maybe there was water close by? I didn't hear any running water, but perhaps there was a lake? Even a puddle would
be okay. I just had to find it, and with no light, or feet to walk on, that was going to be tough.
Food would be nice too. I didn't know how long I had been there. I couldn't see much light. The hole I fell through was angled steeply. It was more like a tunnel, or a burrow than a hole.
That got my imagination running. What if this was a trap set by some h...