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The galloping of the horse could be heard as Ahmed rode viciously, hitting the horse with a whip as he screamed "Allah akbar!"

Through the top of the mini-mountain the sand had formed, you would think it mated with the scorching sun, as the proximity of the sand and the sun from where we viewed it, made it look like the sand was buried in the clouds. He raised a haze of dust as he rode towards our small settlement. Villagers came out in trickles from their huts, each clutching unto their veil so as to prevent the dust from choking them.
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He latched the sweat that skidded off my jaw and brazenly fell on my nipple, he grabbed my right boob the way a child seated in the bosom of his mother would clutch the breast and suckle from it.
His tongue spiralled around my areolas sending me into an ecstatic state of sexual gratification that made my feet weak. I melted like a candle in the fire of his consuming passion that swerved
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The silence of the night and its darkness that had emptied the sky off every shade of bright light was the only means to survival we knew. "On Your Own" was the invisible mantra we all pledged allegiance to, most of us can't even remember how we got here, as under the bridge and all its nefarious act stomached by everybody who found themselves here was all we could call a home.
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You know that feeling when the one person you have had a
crush on your whole, never seem to notice your presence
even when if the both of you were trapped in an island?
When the winks, the long stares and cackles smiles don’t
seem to yield any fruit and you resort to fate.
Jude wasn’t the ‘perfect magazine boy’; clean shaved, well
chiselled chest and an eyes that sends intrusive rays capable
of breaking any defence. He was none of that, yet he had this
spell that blew all stereotypes of my ‘kind of man’. I didn’t
wait on the island cloaked in the sheer yearning for his
attention. As he set his boat sailing, conquering new
boundaries, I did same too. I had let the hot fumes of my
affinity towards him fizzle out and that’s when mother nature
propelled him towards my direction.
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