When James Mwangi was a little boy he wanted to be a racecar driver.
From the moment Kip spoke to Rose he planned to marry her. Of course, if you would have asked him if that were true, he would deny it.
Hey you. This is part two of that story I started. (Oh why did I do this to myself?)
The midwife yelled at Rose again, “Push like you mean it! Ya mwisho!” But Rose did not feel like pushing anymore. She was tired. Exhausted. And sweaty!