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Husband Snatcher

Husband snatcher  A story.  The bus arrived two hours early, at four in the morning. He knew they had  reached their destination when the conductor, sleepy eyed and grumpy,  switched on the lights and paced up and down banging on the tin roof of the  big, aging bus. Nobody protested, the passengers dutifully got up and  started assembling their luggage. In twenty minutes, he too was in a fast  moving que filing out of the bus. It hd been a long, bumpy ride, a painful  journey, yet not an unfamiliar one. Uncaring to the other Kenyan  passengers, this particular young, tall, skinny man-with blue-black bruises  all over his face, aches and pains all over his body- had been travelling  most of his short life.  As he clutched his nice leather carry-on bag, which were all of his  belongings, he knew this was the last time he was running. His life as a  traveler was over, it decided and affirmed. Wanzu island was to be his last  and final destination. there, he knew, life would be differen

Captive

I can tell that you're fighting, you're at war with yourself. Set yourself free... I can see that you're struggling, I know you're restraining your desires, you're having trouble stifling your quench. Set yourself free... The depths of your guarded soul mask an overwhelming wanting. It is hard to fight it I know, but you are trying. Set yourself free... Set your self free, you cannot hide from the yearning of your eager heart. Give yourself to me and you shall be free...