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Grim reaper still has a noose!

It has been several years now, still more questions than answers when you think about grim reaper and his noose.
He was a good guy. The last person you’d think could ever be stressed. He also knew how to turn everything into something to smile and laugh about. Then one day, something snapped. He climbed to the top floor of a eight story building and jump he did.
When we all met, no one seemed to understand how such a jovial soul would do such a deed. The people who were always pessimistic with a dim view of the future, the ones we were always worried about never hurt themselves not even a little prick. Maybe they all needed our equal love and concern. But how could you tell under the mask of happiness on his face?
Grim reaper still has a noose 😔
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He was 11 years old. His parents were having issues. He would wonder why this was happening to him. Why was his family the one to break? His father and mother never openly disagreed infront of him. They would attend family functions together and the outside world saw them as a happy family. But in the confines of the four walls of their house, they were all lonely inside. They felt like they were in small jail cells. These cells would be broken when they had guests and other family members visit, you could see the teary eyes when those visits came to an end. They would wish the stay could have been extend even for a day, because the house seemed to large empty and haunting. Everyone would be doing their own thing. Was he the cause of all this trouble? Once in a while he would catch his mother crying, when she thought he had gone out to play. He would go and lock himself in his bedroom and ask God why this was happening and if he would ever see a semblance of happiness in his family. One day she quarelled him and he felt this overwhelming feeling that he couldn’t take it anymore. He went and mixed a concotion of pestiscide and fruit juice and drank it all up. He then went to his bedroom and lied down to wait for his death to come. He reckoned death would bring eternal peace as they wrote in that obituary section of the papers. After thirty minutes he started feeling dizzy and a sharp pain coming from his stomach. He felt a huge need to vomit and quickly rushed to the toilet. He vomited a dark concotion with a mixture of blood. He felt all weak and wondered whether this was death coming. He started feeling regret and made a quick prayer to God, to save him this one time. His mother found him with vomit in his mouth and unflushed toilet full of a mixture of pestiscide and blood with a putrid smell. She quickly carried him to the car and called his father as she drove crazily to the hospital.
He had attained gastrointestinal burns due to the corrosive nature of the pesticide and had to be put on drip for quite a while. When his father came he went over to his mother and as they watched over him. They wondered silently, if they had caused all this? Where had they gone wrong as parents. Some questions had no answers really…
As they all thanked the Lord for his mercies, they well understood that the Grim reaper almost had a noose…
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I couldn’t bring myself to narrate the third and fourth occasions Grim Reaper had a noose, as they are still fresh and baffling.  What makes people take their own lives. What are the signs and symptoms? Are there remedies?

 
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Posted by on October 14, 2016 in Grim reaper, Stories

 

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Its been six years! Happy Anniversary Mackel9's Blog

Happy 6th Anniversary to Mackel9’s Blog! It is now 6 years down this line of random stories from the experiences all around the world. I would like to thank all of you fam and a special mention goes to @Woolie he is never shy to leave a trail. That is not to leave out the ghost readers, I always see you in my stats, Thank you!🙂

Happy 6th anniversary @mackel9'sblog

Happy 6th anniversary @mackel9‘sblog

 

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R.A.P.E!

The rape of proserpina. Source: Google
She was home alone
First year in college
She went to catch a movie in the living room
In her nightdress
Midway she fell asleep on the couch
He was her father’s friend
A family friend
They played with his children
He felt like family, well almost…
He got in and called out for her father
Nobody seemed to be in
He got to the living room and
Saw her nubile body breathing peacefully
He unzipped his trousers
Chocked her and threatened
Dare she scream
And she’d be dead
She couldn’t believe her eyes
This was a person she had trusted
All her life
How could he be doing this to her?
Why her?
Did she do something wrong?
Was God punishing her?
Was this the way she was going to lose her virginity?
Her dignity was destroyed!
The pain in her heart was deeper than the abbrasions caused by his zipper and penis to her privates and groin
When he was done with his deed he left without looking back
She sat up and sobbed uncontrollably
Why why why why is all she could mutter
But there was no voice giving the causes
She thought about taking her own life
What was the purpose of living? She didn’t know anymore
A month later she misses her periods
She visits her close friend
“I think I have missed my periods”
“Someone has been naughty”
She breaks down and cries
Her friend hugs her and probes to find out what is up.
She tells her the whole story
Whenever her father’s friend visits she feels like vomitting
And a lot of fear too
They go to the doctor and tell him
He asks if they have reported the matter to the police?
They say no
He tells them that they should… They still don’t
She is too scared since he has clout
They procure an abortion
And know that, this is a painful secret they have to keep every single minute they live
R.A.P.E
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They had gone for a party
Everyone was making merry
He was too, but he was a teetotaler
She would be refilling his glass of juice whenever it was empty
He started feeling funny
He went to a wall and tried to support himself
She came over and asked how he was feeling
Not so well he said
She told him she’d show him where he could rest
She took him to a bedroom and his head was fuzzy and his heart seemed to be pumping faster than usual
He could feel his pants being removed
S…
St…
Stop!
They were now three different figures he could see
They had cuffed his hands on the bed
They would each take turns at him
When he told his friends what happened later
They laughed it off and told him how that was a man dream
Three women, a quadrasome
He felt humiliated but couldn’t keep on telling people
Because he never seemed to even get sympathy
People thought he was “lucky”
And wished they could get same “opportunity’
R.A.P.E.
****
He was too drunk after a night out of fun
He decided to remain in the tent as others went to the campfire
One of the guys offered to remain behind and keep watch
As the camp activities were going on, one of his boys decided to go back to the tent and grab a sweatshirt
He finds their friend who was left behind to keep watch over the drunk friend kissing him
He grabs him by the collar and gives him a few punches
He calls the other friends and they rain on him with blows and kicks
They however decide they are never going to tell their blacked out friend what went on jn that tent
N.E.A.R.L.Y R.A.P.E.D
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She had gone to sleep over at a friend’s
As the weekend whiled on, more boys and girls dropped by
They brought with them drinks
Discussions became debates
From politics, economy to general life
When people started leaving she went to retire in the guest room
She was drunk but conscious
One of the guys who had remained behind slipped into her room
He started fondling her
She told him to stop
He though no means yes and yes means yes
Such flawed thinking
He went on and undressed her
And molested her
She was too drunk to fight back
She told her host in the morning
He did not believe her
How now? They had been boys since time
She had to carry her burden on her own
Getting STD tests, Post Exposure Prophylaxis and emergency contraception
But after that she developed trust issues
How could people you call friends treat you like such?
R.A.P.E.D
****
They were at a popular park
Time rushed past and soon it was dark
As they were leaving they were arrested by cops on patrol
They were told it was illegal to be in the park past 7.00pm
They pleaded and pleaded
On deaf ears their pleas fell
They made calls to their family and friends
The cops took them away from the station within the jurisdiction they were arrested
Their friends couldn’t find them
In the tiny cells the police officers had their way and let them go
On reporting, nothing seems to be happening
The process of seeking justice was made frustrating for them
They cannot walk alone in the dark any more
Parks are not places for picnics and fun anymore
R.A.P.E.D
 
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Posted by on October 1, 2016 in Adult, Africa, Breaking Loose!, Just Random, Nairobi

 

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A love story

Scars

After being broken, she took time to begin her healing process. Far away from everyone. The pain had to be forgotten, walls were built and barbs to ward off all the attempts of entry.
Like they say time sure does heal…
She would sit and wonder “will I ever find him?” How many nice guys are left? How come I am the only one who seems to be left behind all my friends prosper? Where can I meet these nice guys and not a deadbeat? It was crazy. People kept on telling her she needs to put”herself out there”. But where is “out there”?. She had been to many places, and simply out there seems never to exist.
The yearning for love and be loved always haunted her in her sleep. All the checklist items, she had put out never seemed to come in one package. What to do?
After broken, he saw all women as the same. People to be related with at an arms length. He too built up walls, high walls…
He became really aloof. No regard to being tied down. Or getting committed again. He saw commitment as a weakness, something that made you vulnerable. Vulnerabilities were not allowed in his new self. Not ever, not again.
But then again, there was his mother. Always up his neck. “I am getting old you know? I need to see grandchildren”. He would laugh it off and tell her she would get a handful of them, when the time is right and when he finds someone he was ready to spend the rest of his life with. This would eat him up at night when he went to sleep. He still believed love existed, but his wounded heart was just not ready just yet. It wanted to stay where it felt safe and secure.
He wanted to get over the “what ifs and what would have been”. Cleanse himself of all her memories, forget the hurt, because even with all this he felt it would be unfair to drag someone innocent into his mess. “I shouldn’t let the wreck in me wreck other people he would say.”

Yin and Yang

One day they happened to have those functions for the youth at church. He still volunteered in such.
As they were preparing for the event, he saw her.
This new face all bright and bubbly.
He felt a gush of déjà vu. It was like he knew her from somewhere. He just couldn’t recollect where, even though it was totally a new face because he didn’t think he would have forgotten such a personality.
As they say, déjà vu is a sign of love at first sight.
He went over to her and said hi and tried to hit on her to make small talk. She totally ignored him. She thought, “he is probably like the rest of them” I don’t think I want to risk that again.
The function went well and she would keep hearing what a nice person he was. She sat opposite him and stared. He was actually someone she would love to get to know. He had good sense of humour, and for some reason she found his jokes insanely hilarious.
Yin Yang

Courage the cowardly dog!

As they were finishing the function, she went up to him said “I think you are cute”. That got him by surprise. Big surprise, he was stunned, he didn’t know whether to blush or say thank you or whatever. This was new to him. So was it to her. She had decided there was nothing to lose. She had to make a move or forever keep her peace. He loved how bold she was.
“That is random, after ignoring me all this time you just drop a bombshell like this?”
She laughs.
“So is this where we get to kiss?”
“Hahahaha yes, in your dreams…”
“Can I get your number?”
“Sure”
“Coffee?”
“I would really love that”

Healing and fresh beginning

Both of them were scared of going all in at once. As the time rolled on by they realized they were the missing piece of each other’s puzzle and thus a love story was born.

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2016 in Bachelorhood, Relationships, Romance, Stories

 

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Broken!

5 September 2016 095145 GMT+0300
She met this guy, he was her world, everything she thought she ever wanted.
He had that flair, made her happy, incredibly so. One day her friend tells her how her “man” is hers and for many others too.
She couldn’t believe it, how could her friend try to destroy what she had yearned for for such a long time.
Why couldn’t she let them prosper?
But love is blind, thank God, that, her friend knew….
She invited her friend to go out at this new place.
They walk in and guess who they find at the corner lounge kissing someone else?
Her bae, lover, man…
She couldn’t believe it.
She felt so betrayed, when she had just thought she had finished her search for the one, then this?
How now?
She started doubting love exists, but she still believed in it, because the fire that he had lit, even though it had now died, it yearned to be reignited.
Broken!

He had met her in church.
She was very coy, something he found irresistibly alluring.
He chased her for as long as he could remember.
Then one day as he walked her home from church she said yes.
Imagine the joy, he felt like could burst.
Finally he had found someone he could introduce to his friends and family.
His baby girl moved to another town for work, they promised each other to stay faithful.
The future was bright for them as a couple, they would joke about how many babies they would have.
He wanted many, she wanted two, twins if the heavens willed it.
Communication started waning, the long evening calls started being short and far in between.
He asks for leave, picks his bag and travels to see his baby girl.
He can not let this fire die, he had to show the commitment.
After travelling the whole day, he got to the other town, went to a store and bought her those white chocolates she loves and a flower.
Yes a flower. Because he wanted her and only her forever to be by his side, that is how committed he was.
He walks up her doorway and rings the bell.
A man in boxer shorts opens the door, he asks where she was.
He is told she was in the kitchen.
“Babe, who is it?” she calls out across the hallway.
The guy in boxer shorts replies with, “there is someone here with a message for you.”
She comes through the doorway in a nightdress and stops on her tracks frozen.
He stands up says hello to her, picks his bags and leaves.
Not another word, he gives the chocolates to a street boy, and he books the next bus home.
On his trip back he thanks God for not carrying his firearm, he would have made another statistic.
He calls his boy and pours his heart out the whole commute.
He cannot believe she could do this to him.
After he had made all these commitments for a lifelong future with her….
Broken!

 

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Barbershop

My barber quit and moved, so did I, now
I am keeping my hair. Do you know how long it takes to get a good barber who understands you. Who doesn’t ask why don’t you like “cuts” he shaves you to your liking without many madoido and you never get those bumps and ingrown hairs afterwards.

Finding a good barber is like falling in love, you keep testing the waters until you meet them. Maybe I should keep locks ey?

 
 

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Hit on by a gay guy…

It is 4.56 pm, I am reviewing what i have done for the day as I prepare to call it a day, Then I get a text from a bew number, I would have ignored it with the many scams happening around hadn’t he used my name…

Scam text from a guy who is probably in prison

Scam text from a guy who is probably in prison…

Hi Mackel, how are you doing? Can I ask you something? There’s something that has been on my mind for a while now and I need to ask…

I try searching the number on true caller app as I wonder who could this be? No results! How convenient right?

I’m good, how about you? Who am I speaking to?

Ndirangu.

Ndirangu who?

Well, I used to see you a lot in this joint and we’d pass each other in the hallways. I don’t think you noticed me but I used to like you a lot… Are you gay?

At that moment I nearly choked. I look around the bus to see if there are any faces that look familiar and probably called Ndirangu who are texting, because if this was a prank… ah ah not funny at all.

NO Ndirangu, I am not gay. I love women. How did you get my number?

Well I am sorry for bothering you Mackel, do have a lovely evening.

The rest of my journey was troubled, I call all my friends who we’d go to the said joint. Nobody had a clue. I try sending money via M-Pesa, the name that shows up is totally strange and not Ndirangu!

Why would he think I was gay, is it the way I walk, talk what? I have never worn skinny pants all my life, it can’t be what I wear. To date I am still baffled by that encounter, being hit on by a gay man was surely a first for me…

What are some of your LGBT experiences as a straight person? Please do share…

 

 

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