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Odd hours.

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             It started subtly but lately, I have been finding myself being suddenly awake at strange hours. Sometimes it may be 1:17 am, 2:43 a.m, 3:11 a.m, or even 3:57 a.m, nothing consistent.   Not because of bad dreams or the usual midnight thirst, sometimes ni ile kuamka kuenda washroom to relieve yourself, ama venye msee huturn ndio akuwe more comfortable, na feel niko observed na presence of something or someone, ilikuwa ina feel something ancient and patient had been watching me.    At first, it was innocent. I had woken up to go pee, then I felt it. Then came the second, third, and fourth night, unajipata you are awake, funny thing hata hauamki to go pee. Uko hapo kwa kitanda staring at darkness, unashangaa rada ni gani, mbona usingizi imepotea impromptu, then you feel that same presence wrap itself around the air like fog, invisible, but undeniable.    Unajaribu kufukuza uwoga, but after sometime inabidi umewasha lig...

The storm.

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A broken bone heals but a broken soul gets used to the pain. I absent-mindedly stared at Miranda yapping about things I didn’t care about. “J..!!” “Damn girl, are you even listening..?” Her pupils looked dilated and I couldn't help but notice how dark they were.  “Huh..?” “I am really sorry, you were saying..?" I sipped my coffee to hide my frown  “Do you have a crush on me..?” She smirked  “eeeewwww..!!!!” “NOOO!” We both bust into laughter while she signalled the waiter to pay our bill. We were headed to Miranda's place where we found Mason was already there. He was deeply engrossed in a movie because he just waved at us and continued with watching. Miranda was, if I may, a goddess. From the top to the bottom everything was just perfect. A tiny waist that would fit into every dress, and a smooth and glowing skin to top it all off.  She was lucky with men who loved her inside out. but me?  Damn I was the exact opposite. Buggy T-shirts to hide my small emerging...