Monday, 3 February 2014
11:03MP.
Dear Jennifer,
Georgie has not returned home since yesterday and I am beginning to think something might be wrong, considering how he left yesterday, acerbic and disintegrated in family matters. Really, where would he be in the middle of this fracas? If he does not take great care, then he might as well be a target for the cops, given his high profile connections with Tiger. Information has also reached me that he went out to frighten someone. Why would he do that on someone who has entrusted me with their life?
I went out to buy the Bible from a bookshop. If it could be a protection against Tiger and his mischiefs, then it was nothing to give a flying puck. Sincerely speaking, dear sister, I am wearied and scared of seeing the mystical Tiger's face every day and listening to his threats and mockeries. Where the hell did my marriage start rolling downhill?
<Tuesday, 4th March 20148:45AMDear Jennifer,(Alert: This entry contains some amorous discriptions. However, care has been taken to avoid elements of offensive romantic candour)Georgie returned home at 2:00am today. I had already slept when he returned, and since we do not yet have another gatekeeper, he had to call me to open the gate. I have been trying to contact the gatekeeper since he last disappeared, but he does not answer my calls. He has decided to take the studs on his job. Maybe he is fed up with Tiger's threats or something unimaginable happened to him on the morning Tiger appeared at my porch. I am yet to investigate.When Georgie came into the house, I decided to take the wheels over our marriage muteness. I could feel that he was randy from the way he kept touching my breasts, and I badly wanted him too. But he was smelling horrible; the yucky freakish mixture of sweat and gri
Tuesday, 4 March 201411:00PMDear Jennifer,After my husband left in the morning, I cleaned the house and went about washing his clothes. Later, I went out to see Faith and settle the dispute that was rising between us. I used a motorcycle.I found her seated at the porch of her house. At first, I thought she would be flared at me, but to my surprise, she amplected and welcomed me into her house.I felt suspicious. When she served me tea, I hesitated taking it. "Faith, why are you doing this? I was hoping to find you still vexed up with me the way you were when you appeared at my gate? Why are you now good and kind to me?""What, Your Excellence? What are you talking about?" she asked, completely taken aback."No. Please don't play false modesty, darling. You did show up at my gate and said my husband accosted you!"
Wednesday, 5th March 201411:15PMDear Jennifer,The police came to my house in the morning. They said they wanted to ask me a few questions about the man Tiger. But I told them I was not ready for an interrogation about anything. One of them insisted that it was important that I told them what I knew about Tiger for my own safety. He went ahead and asked me whether and how many times the man has been at my house."If there's anything you want to know about him, I think the best person to ask would be my husband," I replied. "Not that they do interact, but he is the head of this family and is answerable to anything.""Well that depends on whether you want him arrested or not," said one of the two male cops."Arrested!" I exclaimed. "Um... okay... whatever it is, get your batts outa here! Please." I was irritated. Did they think they would put me down with a threat? No, I
"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health."?????Because of a tiny gold ring...❣️A family is torn apart❣️Blood is shed❣️Hearts are closed❣️Relationships are shaken &❣️A life hangs on the precipice of death.What then is its purpose,Its source;In fact, its origin and destiny?☔☔☔?The findings of a secret and careful searching are kept in a journal by Linda and found by her sister, Jeniffer, at a time when she's near death. But
Thursday, 13 February 201411:00pmDear Jennifer,I have decided to write a personal journal to help me cool off my head over the tough times I face with my family. Should anything weird happen to me one day, I hope this book will find its way to you and help solve the riddles around my situation. I am not predicting something bad to happen to me or my family any soon; however, the future, and all its occurrences, is inevitable.Since my husband won the elections, he has been acting strangely. I hope, by now, you know that we no longer live in the 'boondock', but in our new home in the city. And I am struggling to cope with this life in the city - as a housewife, you know. That aside, my husband has been one on constant motion. He attends meetings upto, sometimes, hours past midnight. He no longer has time for me and our two kids. Every day after supper, he leaves for the so-called impromptu assignments and me
Friday, 14 February 201411:50pmDear Jennifer,I am worried about the safety of my husband. He has not returned home since he left yesterday and the kids have been all over me with questions. The first to ask me about him was my 10-year old Harriet. She has a soft spot for Georgie and whenever he disappears from home, she is always the first to ask. Today she had a light pyrexia and headache in the morning and when I sat at her bedside to give her some maramoja tablets to easen the pain, she aptly inquired, "Mama, did Baba really come back home yesterday?" I did not pick up a reply immediately. I wondered, what if I just tell her YES to pacify her fear and anxiety, would that not be helpful? But then, I remembered how she had previously turned ballistic when she realized that I had lied to her about her father's absence. So I held her right palm and repl
Saturday, 15 February 20146:15PMDear Jennifer,I am seated in the backyard of my house as I make this entry into my journal. The orange flickers of the sinking sun falls on the round wooden table in front of me leaving a lustrous surface that seems hard to stop staring at. It reminds me of the first time I met Georgie back in Asembo when I came to visit you after completing my high school studies.I remember that it was evening and you had sent me to Akado Market to buy some fish for supper. I passed by a posho mill where a group of thuggish-looking boys stood by chatting merrily. One of them who appeared distinctively tall, mascular and black, came out of the group and barricaded my way. I tried to find my way off but he incessantly kept blocking all sides of the path. When I stopped right in front of him and cast my piercing looks onto his face, he asked rather politely in English, "I'm sorry, miss,
Sunday, 16 February 201411:45PMDear Jennifer,My husband has not yet come back from a fundraiser he attended in the afternoon after church. Perhaps he decided to spend the rest of his day at our home back in the boondock. I wonder why he never keeps me updated on his whereabouts, not even after a holy mass in town and a stressful afternoon.Georgie loves the church, though I would lie, to be sincere, to say it has ever had any spiritual impact on him. We have never been part of a specific congregation since he began his political career. We just keep maundering about from one group of believers to another.So today being a worship day, he told me in the morning that we were going to attend sermon at a local church back in Seme. Thirty minutes later, he changed his mind that we would first attend sermon at a church in Nyamasaria, and then he would leave us to attend a fundraiser at the