God, the giver…

Kerubo stared blankly into space. Neither the constant shrieks of pain nor the relentless shouting of nurses could distract her from her thoughts. Worry was deeply etched on her face. She was pregnant for the thirteenth time. Thirteen times, she had gone through the harrowing symptoms of the first trimester, and the hope of being… Read More God, the giver…

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THE POWER OF LOVE.

Mary looked defeated. She was weak, wasted and sad. Her chubby self had been reduced to skin and bones; her once radiant skin, now as pale as death, masking the ordeal inside. She lay in bed motionless, her eyes fixed at one spot on the ceiling… Nicely tucked in the hospital bed, her thoughts drifted to the first day she learnt she was suffering from cancer. She had felt her world turn dark and upside down. Her hopes………… Read More THE POWER OF LOVE.

IN THE BUS

The fuggy heat pressed in on them making droplets of sweat to form on their foreheads and coalesce to form streams that bathed their necks and backs to wet their shirts and vests. Their kinky black hairs cocooned their heads in simmering heat, frying their brains. Not a thing moved under the scorching rays of… Read More IN THE BUS