“What is that noise?” Auma wondered what the sound of jeering in the background was. “The kids are playing outside; I heard one called Rooney!” Mwende retorted. “Rooney!” Auma burst out in laughter. “Don’t hate, that parent was prophesying over their child. They wanted a football superstar in that house, you never know.” Mwende retorted
Betty pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, she couldn’t stop the sniffling and coughing at the same time. She was running out of breath and finally gasped and chocked out her laughter with one hand holding on to her aching stomach. She hadn’t felt this alive in so
Yogo looked at his shoes, his eyes steadily inching to his trousers. He rubbed his thighs and lifted his eyes to steal a look at the man opposite him, the scent of his cologne saturated the room demanding attention as soon as he sat. The scent was subtle but pervasive, it wasn’t roaring and stinging
“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” the crowd yelled pumping their fists. Yogo was inching as close as he could to the edge of the cliff, he could feel the bile climb into his mouth. The violent breeze flapped his beach shorts; slapping his bare scrawny chest. He spat and began to scream. The crowd joined
He yawned and stretched culminating in a shudder. The nurse dashed in flushed and grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s take your vitals, Peter.” Peter was a bit confused, looking around him wondering what the fuss was and where he was. A sharp pain surged through his arm, “not to worry just checking on you
Tap! Tap! Tap! The pen hit the table rhythmically. Pamela released a weighted sigh puffing her cheeks as the air exited her mouth. She looked around and gave a half smile and half sneer at an imaginary person. She spun her pen faster this time between her fingers, tapping her foot impatiently on the bar