TALES FROM THE AFTERLIFE

With little sense and no regard for my protection I walk into the room but ignore you. What for, I ask myself, do I need you?   He's safe, he says. Just the other day, He called me “bae”, Told me that he loves me so. I hold onto his word. My delusional source of validation, For the bad choices I made.   I chose to sleep with you, "raw" That's how he calls it now, Sushi is enjoyed like that, So why not go natural? Pregnancy is a tart scary, Not so much the infection. You should see his "pull out stunt"… Perfected through regular practice; I crave the craze, time after time.   Like a bad nightmare; I really must stop these daydreams. Miss – The sun shines for you today! Your friends were not as lucky. The virus tested positive.   So today, I walked into the same room, Made a beeline for the condoms. We need protection, From each other.   ©Rujema – AD 2018   CREDITS:   Diana Rujema ...

YING YANG: MY DIVINE TWINS   My beautiful peaches, bouncy and round, Just the right size, to flaunt all around, Flawless in their saddle, busty on the chest, My precious hooters, massaging you is my favorite pastime.   One on one with the mirror, Slowing observing the exterior, It’s a warm uniform colour, With a supple smooth texture, A tiny knowing smile plays on my lips, As a mild calm begins to assail my fears.   Gently, I move you to one side, Creating space, all folds to unhide, Cuddling each softly as the hand glides, On either of my buxom castles, Scouring for lumps with a firm massage, A tumour would cause an ache, Each nipple I must squeeze, Keenly checking for discharge.   My dear Tia & Tamara, Such an obstinate holy terror, You have enchanted many into error, From Ankara to Asmara, You’re every woman’s tiara, The essence of femininity, My regal flora.   A hate farewells, Some relation...

One of the more captivating legends to come out of Ethiopia is the story of Queen Sheba and her sojourn to Jerusalem. Ethiopian folklore tells of the beautiful Nubian Queen Sheba who journeyed hundreds of miles through desert and jungle to the Jewish holy city of Jerusalem for a date with King Solomon, the wisest man alive at the time. Never mind that the wise King had a harem of 300 concubines and 700 wives... Current statistical models point to a serious affliction of satyriasis and perhaps "the clap" (tongue in cheek!) on the part of the King. It is also safe to assume that before departing for Jerusalem, our impressionable Queen must have received some intelligence briefing on the little detail of the King's addiction. Regardless, our enchanted Queen, hell-bent on harvesting some holy seed, would not be deterred by such superficial details. (See, this insane syndrome of  "good-girl-falling-for-bad-boy" is old news, no?). The story has a happy ending...

A few months ago, my employer sent me to the northernmost most expansive, county in the Republic of Kenya - Marsabit. I felt like John Snow when he was banished to be with the Night's Watch, solemn, lost and hopeless. Still, I had heard of long tales of a county beyond the North Wall. A tribe of fair beautiful people, some say, with biblical roots traced back to the Jewish King Solomon and the beautiful temptress, Queen of Sheba. Tales have been told of exceedingly amiable lasses (you should try Ethiopian Airlines), the world famous Ethiopian flat bread they call  injera  served with mouth-watering spicy stews (doro wat) and washed down with the hugely affordable range of beer brands. This Jon Snow is planning on going further North than prescribed by the "Black Brothers" and have himself a feast fit for crows. But first the business of the day. Marsabit town is located at the foot of Mt. Marsabit, about 500 km from Nairobi and 250 km from Isiolo, the la...