I love you for reaching the finals, am very grateful to have been on this journey with you, thank you for your humble time and patience, keep looking forward to my next project, am humbled, my gratitude to Jehovah for the good health, the wisdom and peace of mind not forgetting my mum, Loice Mpate and sister, Karen Luvuno who pushed me and encouraged me throughout the writing process, they are the source of my motivation, my close buddies, to my poppa, Festus Mwakai I guess this will be a start for a good father-son relationship, thank you even if you long lost hope in me.

Dedication

My late grandfather Wilson Mpate

My grandmother Beatrice Lozi

Mr. Wisindi Miheso- my English teacher at Vitengeni Boys high school Kilifi for inspiring and believing in me

Madam Nancy- my deputy headteacher & and also my English teacher at Ushindi Baptist primary school

My friends and relatives at large whom I will mention just but a few Ronny Adamba, Peter Waka, Duncan Otianga, Eric Mzungu, Joyce Mwake, Immaculate Apadet, Safari Saul, Kadzagamba, Franklin Ngowa, Clement & Peter.

And Kenyans at large, thank you for believing in me.

Foreword

This story is based on a true lifetime occurrence.

The names of people and places in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to other circumstances is purely coincidental.

Telephone No: +254743811594
Email: gmwakai020@gmail.com

Nicknamed: Holly Molly Ke
Real names: Gift Mwakai
Currently in Mombasa, Kenya
Student at East Africa Student Of Certified Studies.
School of Information Communication Technology & Engineering
Hobbies: Touring, Travelling new places, Watching stars during the night, Reading & writing inspirational stories, swimming, skydiving, watching Disney world & Nickelodeon movies, listening to music.
Talent:  acting drama in the theater, doing amazing stuff with my computer, singing in a choir.
Languages: English, Swahili & a bit of French.
Pet name, Simba, a very friendly bulldog.
Hometown Kaloleni is also known as Kalos

I love those who appreciate me for being who I am.
Religion: a Christian catholic
Birthday date 3/3
star, Pisces
Born within six an half month, stayed in the incubator now here I am, alive & shiny
No enemies invited in my life coz in this small brain of mine I always yearn for peace.
Don't take me for a weirdo but sometimes am a loner, I just like sitting in quiet places, enjoying the view, and breathing fresh air.

My first book was edited by 
@wanderingcyansocks, a very good friend. Thanks a lot for your efforts, I will forever be grateful.

So to the reader out there. find your time to walk through my page and get to reading 'Loving You was a Crime'. Leave a comment, and also get to follow me on my social website so u can get to know me better as my follower.
I treat everyone with respect not bias, your comment means a lot to me.
And my success is yours too, regardless, coz without you, we writers would no longer exist.
Don't confuse my sex though. Am a young male dude.

BOOK TITLE

"Loving You Was a Crime"

SUBTITLES

The Valentine's Day

Homage for Silvia

In the Spirit World

In the Land of the Living

Angels of the world

Just About Time

Adasa My Love

Fall Out

Growing up

Ready or Not

AUTHOR'S NAME: Gift Mwakai

"KENYAN'S PRIDE"

Here is a sample of a poem I wrote for my date this valentine, Titled: "My love for Joy Gwiyo"

I dream of a voluptuous wench,

I even found a perfect way,

To cajole her,

Yet I have got nothing to say,

Deep there, inside my heart

I have been longing for her,

Could this be a crush or love at first sight?

I can even smell her from a distance,

Could this be true love or just my hallucination,

Maybe and only maybe, she might be the one,

The chosen one,

My one and only,

My chocolate candy bar,

My peanut butter,

My asthma,

My cutie pie,

U truly rock in my dreams,

#beauty in melanin,

#Melanin Queen,

That sometimes I wake up and say to myself,

What a mesmerizing, brilliant, hungry, nymphomaniac cuteness,

U are a truly amazing baby gal,

U are an enchanter,

And I deeply confess,

#Your beauty is my weakness girlfriend.

Drought from tears,

I am not for you,

I've cried a lot for you,

Now I cry no more,

I've made hustle and bustle to get you,

Now am letting go,

Our small and stupid convo meant more than you know,

But you have left me hanging,

Tell me something gal,

I wanna hear

Hope you have enjoyed reading see you soon, thank you.