The things people will do in the name of God. The atrocities people will justify in the name of God. The Knights of the Templar killed in the name of God, jihads have been waged in the name of God. Domination of a whole race has been justified in the name of God. The Spanish Inquisition happened, in the name of God. And you, you stand there, with your belt raised high, ready to strike a weak one, IN THE NAME OF GOD!
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So this started by Joel Nevender was continued on Muwado and part 3 was written by the ever so awesome Patricia Kahill then part 4 found its way to Murorwa Tales. And somehow its now here, I could not resist jumping in on the fun! Enjoy
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I take your hand. You look away, I’m almost sure, you don’t want to be here. But I want to be here and I know I’ll maybe pay for this later on. You turn to me and kiss my cheek, and whisper how you love me. I try to not to smile, but I can’t help it. Damn you and your charm.
My friends look on, I can see how jealous they are and for a moment I enjoy their envy. The song “mbakubye equalizer” plays in my head. And indeed, I have, I’m so gleeful. I remember everything they said about me.
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Continued from Letters. This is in reply to Simon.
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Back by popular demand…… the rest of the words to this eminem song, I do not get, it’s like he eats the words, seriously!…..hehe, anyhow….On this here Saturday morning, Di’s story continues…if you haven’t read part one and part two, you will be totally lost.
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This is a story I wrote for a short story writing competition on Facebook. I came in second! Don’t ask me how, I’m still not sure myself. But here it is:
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We’ve been seated here for what feels like hours. The only sound is his ragged breathing and the ticking of my roommate’s old clock.
I call out his name but it’s like he’s deaf or something. He doesn’t realize that I can’t stand to be near him because all I want to do is to jump his bones.
I know the Bible says the temptations thrown at me I will be able to handle (paraphrasing here). But I cannot handle this, I repeat, CANNOT HANDLE THIS LORD. Do you hear me?
But why does he have to look so good!?
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She was from a poor family. They lived in a two-roomed house in Bwaise that would flood whenever the rains came.
Her mother could barely afford rent, let alone fees. But she was determined that her children would go to school. She was determined that her children would not end up like her.
So she worked two jobs. At a fish factory during the day and at night, she sold tomatoes in the kalerwe market. She was often too tired to do any mothering by the time she came back home, late in the night.
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Continued from day three
Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the ground onto the gurney. She didn’t feel the rain as it started to fall. Her bridesmaids tried to pry her from the ground. But she didn’t put in any effort.
She started to cry when his body was put into a body bag.
But then she saw the man who was responsible for Kenneth’s death. The man who was now looking so remorseful, his eyes downcast. Surrounded by his co-conspirators. Her brothers. She was filled with rage. One that she had never felt before.
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I am very proud of myself. I’m all patting myself on the back, I made it to day 3 y’all!!! Without flaking out or getting lazy!!!! ….I hope it’s not a premature celebration though.
Day 3…..today i share the first installment of a story I’m writing, just for just. I don’t have a title for it yet but I hope you enjoy it.
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