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Posted by Cynthia Rutto on July 29, 2022

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MAMA SHALL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU

Thursday evening, just before sunset. Vicky sat on a cliff watching the reluctant sunset. Above her; an azure sky extended to kiss the orange-tinged top of a hill standing on the far western horizon. Beside her (on the ground), a smartphone that played her favou rite music playlist even though whatever was once upon a time sweet symphony in the music had turned into an annoying cacophony that was unbearable to her ears. In spite of that, she was hesitant to stop the music. She urged herself to end the music but her hand mysteriously failed to move. Yes, mysteriously. Her eyes were fixed on the river flowing and bellowing below her. Watching the flowing river for a long time had hypnotized her. Tears were slowly welling up in her eyes and spontaneously breaking off into large drops which moistened her eyelashes before launching themselves into the river, becoming homogenous with its water and flowing far away; away from her into the massive lake in the south. That was her happiness. She...

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The first time I saw Jacob violent, it was on a Friday evening at Polpy Club . The sun had just set. Jacob, Henry and I often went to Polpy to share good times as friends after a busy week. We were friends (or probably still are) for about twenty years. We first met in high school and fate kept us together since then. We went to the same university and later, started our own business at the city square. The friendship bond remained. That Friday, we were at the club, enjoying our favourite drinks and listening to the smooth music that played from speakers in the club. Everybody seemed happy, cheerful and friendly. Jacob, on the other hand, seemed sad. The feelings of anger and abhorrence were boiling within him. He kept muttering blathers, pompous phrases and curses under his breath. Honestly, that was what I least expected from him. For a long time, I had known Jacob as a calm man who was very thoughtful of whatever he did. In him, there was always a mildness of temper, and n...

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