Quite a few girls have submitted to me, but that’s usually because they’re lawbreakers and I have a gun and handcuffs. So, when circumstances land a bombshell like Sophia on my lap, I thank Loki, Artemis and other gods I didn’t know existed. After attending Kimondo the rapist’s first hearing in Kericho, my sister catches the last bus to Nakuru. Thousands of fans have booked almost all the hotel rooms, apart from one in an obscure inn along Kericho-Kapsurer Road. I dream of a boy wildebeest called Jaymo giving me mating pointers.

Source: The Star July 18, 2021 03:00 UTC