The rain began to fall little by little. Nobody thought there would be floods but when we woke up early in the morning before the first roaster had notified me. I went in the frogs kingdom to have a lukewarm shower that left me as fresh as cucumber.

I went to my room to wear my best clothes which I looked spick and span from head to toe. I was dressed to kill. When i opened the windows, the clouds were as dark as charcoal. I did not like the weather because it wall more or less dull from the look of the clouds and it was blocking the sun

I plodded down a spiral flight of stairs on my way to the living room. I was wolf hungry that I took my mouth watering meal that was as sweet as honey. After i took my breakfast, I smelt a rat as I heard movements in the front door. In a spar of moment, i heard a big bang and water bolted into the living room like an escaping monkey. Water filled up to the my chest and i found it hard to try to swim cause I was not a good swimmer.

I shouted loud enough for help, loud enough as if to awaken the dead. Since I was the only in the house, my heart sank to its lowest elob. I was gasping for breath as i tried kicking my legs trying to reach at the surface. A bolt from blue was that I was sinking fast. That time fear gripped me like a vice that left me no opportunity to breath.

My heart was beating like the west african drums. I wished the ground to swallow me alive. In a dint of a second. I saw a man approaching towards me. In this sea looking maze i held my breath a little longer, as the man held my hand and took me to the safety surface, When we got off the flood, i was rescued and been placed in red cross boat whereby they gave me a warm blanket to cover myself. I thanked the man for rescuing my life and soon we were on land as we watched the whole street of my estate was fool flooded by water. What a tragedy, i am glad to be alive, but I will never forget.

My sister kidnapped.

That evening, my sister did not return home. I was sent to look for her after she had been missing for an hour and a half. She had been sent to a nearby market to buy a loaf of bread and a packet of milk. As always she was as happy as sandboy to be of service to my mother.

she ran to the market as fast as a deer to the nearby village was twenty minutes walk, to and from. My mother was very impatient and sent me to look for her in the neighbourhood. I looked for her for hours and hours till it got pitch dark. I finally decided to return home. My mother cried till her eyes became as red as a boll of fire.

Laying on my bed, i decide to sneak out and look for my sister in the nearby village because i knew my mother would not allow me. As i tip-toed to the sitting room, the sun was already rising and I had to hurry before my mother woke up. I opened the door slowly and quietly an ran outside. With a smile of relief. I started walking after ten minutes of running. It was only the beginning my long search for my sister.

ON the way. I decide torest under a tree. When i was just about to lay down, I had roar. I looked behind me and oh! I saw a mammoth lion. I just stood there. Stand-still, rooted to the ground like vasco-da-Gamma’s pillar in malindi. I was shacking like a chameleon on a feeble twig and my heart beat fast and furiously when something snaped in my mind. I knew time and tide wailed for no man so I shot my arrow and it hit directly in the lions throat. It rolled and roared in pain but i left it there crying helplessly and continued with my journey.

I finally got to the village. It was a mess. I seemed like there was a raid in that village. I found a man very worried, sited on a stone. I described my sister to him, and he told me, they had carried her like a marionette to a village neighbouring theres to make her a sacrifice to their ancestors. Without hesitation, I ran to the village. I stood at the gate for a minute to look for ways and mean’s of getting my sister. I sneaked inside and found her tide hand to foot to a poll. I untied her and we reached home safe and sound.

I was given a heroic welcome when I got home. My sister thanked me for saving her life. I also felt, very proud of myself for doing a very good dead. This day will remain in my mind for years and years to come.