EPISODE #2:AN ENCOUNTER.

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He too had typical teenage dreams;excelling in education,becoming successful in life,marrying the girl of his dreams.He had something in him though,something he could not demystify.Everyday,this enigmatic feeling kept gnawing at his soul and entire being.Ladies could not help flirting with him.Inevitably,he ignored such signals and went on,alone.Then one day it happened-He saw her!!

She was alone,strolling gracefully down the pavement looking as beautiful as a fairy.The purple spaghetti strapped top and figure hugging skin-tight jeans had done the magic to this guy's heart.Her hair,gleaming under the hot,afternoon Nairobi sun fell back over her shoulders like a Caresse.She walked,almost hesitantly,as if carefully calculating her her steps,down the stone perched ally.

She had the face of an angel,carefully crafted lips and eyes which seemed to make even the hardest of hearts race with passion.He kept on watching,observing every move,watching,watching........
He felt a lump on his throat and a knot on his stomach.Goose pimples prickled as a quivered at the sense of his own erotic feelings.

He was now watching her bouncing backside disappear into the horizon while dreaming,lusting,wishing and cursing himself for not having the guts to even say hello to the lady.He was in a state of delirium and failed to notice his classmates troop into the lecture hall-he missed the lecture..........................  to be continued              

EPISODE # 1:I USED TO KNOW HIM.

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I used to know him-I always thought so.A quite man,rarely uttering a word.But when he often moved his lips,his words came in thin,almost inaudible sequence.A lonely man:he was,always keeping to himself his thoughts,feelings and dreams.His self esteem was nothing to write home about and it seemed he was a stranger to even his own ego.

He always thought other people do not exist and that he was invincible to everyone-including his acquaintances. He was not violent,No,just a young shy guy who did not have the guts to start a conversation with his peers let alone a person from the opposite sex.

He had only two friends;his conscience and his stereo headphones.He was normal but preferred to think otherwise of himself.He pictured himself a psychopath,an outcast,a misfit-it made things much easier to think this way.He avoided everyone,and they avoided him too.

He was in his late teens,the peak of adolescent and in campus burning with both skepticism and lust over life.And so,like a lone ranger,armed with nothing but his most treasured item;he put on his prodigious headphones and strolled down life's lane with no one but the blazing rock music from his stereo headphones.