Based on a true story.
Set in the harsh urban environment of Kenya’s capital city, Nairobi, Big Red Flowers is based on a true story. It is the story of Brett and Stella, born of different races and of divergent backgrounds. It is a story of love, of passion, and eroticism. It is also a story about life in urban Africa, about the very real effects of African witchcraft, and of lives devastated by people unknown, and forces unseen. Big Red Flowers will surprise Western readers and will shock a great many too. It is a tragic story that ultimately leaves readers to ponder just how wrong things can go when disparate worlds collide...
It was still early by time they found themselves together, alone at the back, facing onto the stark bright lights of the tacky Babylon casino, streetwalking hookers outside and taxis lining the street.
They stood close and flirted, forestalling in excruciation the drag to bed that they both felt. When he teased her, she giggled like a child in their play. At one point, standing almost behind her, he placed his hand on her hipbone and she angled herself up into his hand so his fingers went down the front of her purple pencil skirt and her ass pushed softly into his crotch. She did it with a slow, subtle, supple movement. It was an act of lovemaking in the open. Erotic.
They played together nicely that night and had eyes for no one else; they only saw each other standing together in the corner, looking out onto the lights. It was as if a haze had enveloped them. They both felt the simple joy of it and knew where it was heading.
“Baby, I want you to come spend the night at my place,” he said.
Stella held the top of the wooden fence with both hands, looking out, and arched her back in her tight black t-shirt, pushing her bra-less breasts out and dropping her head between her arms in seeming sexual supplication.
“Oh, my God!” she said quietly, almost whispering under her breath so His name sounded like an extended version of guard.
Her body echoed his desire, amplified it, and it was minutes by time they were in a cab heading not east, and downtown, but west, to a furnished apartment that Brett had occupied just that morning.