Great Reads by Suki

>>no intro😂 It was the last week of being an intern at this company that I won't say the name and I was sad. Really sad. It was such an experience. Having to work around grown ass people was the IT for me! But that was not the peak of my experience! Imani was. Imani was the only other intern in the company just that she was in the HR department. For some reason we always found ourselves in the kitchen at 10 a.m. complaining about having to serve coffee to the rest of the people. I'm so bad at making new friends and even worse at keeping my old ones. But with Imani it was an inevitable situation. We had to be friends! At the end of the three months, I almost felt like I had known her all my life, until I didn't. She was goofy, cheeky, wild, loud, which is a total opposite of me. I like to call myself calm and collected because why not. Sooooo, coincidentally, on that last week of our internship, the company had planned a fully paid trip to Mombasa. This was only becau...

 Before I can explain why  I wasn't updating y'all, please ask Alexa to play Nairobi by Bensoul, because shit is about to go down.  Do you listen to the lyrics and actually realise that the whole story is someone's stunt or escapade or caper or situation, whatever the word. Point is someone is actually living and loving this song, from "Yule anakupea pia ananipea," to "Mbogi yangu iliniambia!" So here we go. I happen to be in a boys circle and I love it there. How I became part of the squad is out of my knowledge. Wait, is it cause my butt is tiny that they thought am a fellow man? I don't know! But hey, I wouldn't fit better in any other circle. Max, Brian, Elvo, Masha, Vicky and I were having a rather chill Friday afternoon. Board games have really become our thing so if you are looking to be unproductively productive, get board games, and card games too. Serves the same purpose. On a normal weekday, each of us would either do assignments, comp...

  Tell me? Is it my skin? Do you have something for skin? Does it turn you on, that you can't control yourself and you want to be protected by me dressing well, otherwise you will rampage me? Tell me? Do my big breasts and bum provoke you enough that you can't control yourself and not touching me or stare at me inappropriately? Tell me? What goes on in your mind, when you see a little girl and all you want to do is get into the way of their innocence? ! Tell me how it makes you feel to walk behind a girl following her hips and being visibly hungry while you know she is already scared that a monster is behind her? Tell me old man, with your huge piece of shit, suffocating a little girl, what goes on in your mind when she lets out screams and in between you keep thrusting with every sound she makes? Tell me, do you know that those tears and blood are on you? You really can go that far to catch a nut? Bro!? How do you live with yourself from there hence?  Tell me?! Doesn't it ...

  Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, by far the most awaited art exhibition across the world. London had never been this beautiful. London had never felt so much like home. Like somewhere I belonged. There I was in the corridors of Burlington House. Across I’d see all sorts of people; brave-hearted, silver-souled, golden-tongued, just name it. Everyone with the heart and hand of art was there. In all honesty, I had never seen so much art under one roof. There in the ecstasy, dancing from one room to another, my phone beeped. Of course it had to be him. “Belladonna!” I exclaimed. “Where do I meet you? You are in Lowa already? Do you mind a cup of coffee?” He asked without at least inquiring on how I was. It had been three years for whatever sake. “Belladonna, Belladonna, isn’t the night too young for a cup of coffee?” I said sarcastically in my false British accent. “I’ve sent you my location see you in twenty my dear!”   Belladonna said feigning a deeper accent. I ha...

  Bitter blood in my veins, A lonely moonlight, In the middle of December. His ruining love, That comes in a certain hue of gray. All the lonely shadow dances, Behind my dark room. You start a war, That I'm the battlefield too, And the weapon, and more. I crave the wanting and Like how you hurt me so well! And how it gives me a pretty sort of pain, Does it make you feel better? Kissing with your eyes wide open, And saying it feels so good Does it really! Secrets, horrible secrets I see them buried behind your words Wrapped in pain, tears, power Tell me something! What is this obsession thing with you These careless feelings for me The impassionate, brutal, but yet so passionate. Love, sex, honesty, loyalty, One day I feel so solo, And just one touch, subtle touch on my lips, You awaken every sense, emotion, in me, every hair. And the magic of being a symphony, Just awakens, This dark poisson, Black, white, gray, blue emotions, All these tears,  But I still wanna stay, You stil...

Part 2. Welcome back, ......... "Bitchhhhhh we ain't that lose! Are we? When did you move in again? And how long have you known that guy? No you didn't have sex with him!" I add.    Honestly I couldn't come to terms with it. Bobo was only one week old in her place and all these people were new and here she is telling me she had sex with him. Wow! I felt all these chills mostly because it's Bobo we are talking about, and even worse because we almost fucked the previous night. Should I tell her?     "Did he make you do it?" I asked actually concerned.    "Can I explain?" Bobo said laughing actually!     "He didn't make me. The day I moved in he was there the whole evening. And the following day too. Of course with the rest of them. But I didn't ever notice any of them except from Edu. The third day he came in before the rest. He was feeling sick so he had to leave class. I needed to leave for TRM but whole time I was just lazing ...