Ndombolo had told me about a girl who was living next door. A sixteen year old girl studying at Kawangware.She was in standard six. It was Saturday afternoon and I had just arrived from the cyber and my eye for sure has no manners. I caught a glimpse of that young girl who was not afraid to be seen half naked by everyone in our densely populated plot. She was singing that collabo by Celine Dione and that genius Japanese on the violin.
I did not take any interest in Ndombolos words that day because I thought he had taken a lot of cathaine together with Bob Marley’s Cigars.
That day being a Saturday, I went to hang out with some friends to do what the MP of Naivasha does not love. At 6pm I was completely messed up by the beer truck that had come to our precious shopping center. I went home to make sure that somebody did not turn me into a punching bag.
“Baby girl I would love to talk to you” a voice of a man came from the next door.
“Action speaks louder than words” the young girl replied.
My antenna picked the signals and I switched back my memory to what Ndombolo had told me. I closed the door and went towards the openings of my sad looking house. To my surprise I saw the father of Okech.He looked as if he had been swimming in a pool of KILL ME QUICK (Changaa).And yes he was because I could smell the corrosive breath from five kilometers away.
Ndombolo knocked my door and I opened. I told him to keep his voice down.
“What’s going on Benson” he demanded to know.
“The girl next door is eating an Elephant” I said.
“I told you that if you get tempted, you will be a dead man walking like some guys here” Ndombolo puzzled me.
“There is going to be a series of burials” commented Ndombolo.
“You mean.. She is”
“Yes HIV positive” concluded Ndombolo.
“How did that happen?” I asked.
“The mother is the cause of all these misery” I was told.
“And where is she?” I asked.
“8th floor. Kenyatta National Hospital waiting to die. She used to sell herself for a bottle of binge. Even her own mother does that to date. I was told that she killed the husband so that she could take control of these houses we are living in but before the husband died, he cursed them. That’s why you see this entire region we only have landladies without husbants.When you ask where their husbands are, you will be told they died. Their children are the ones who are robbing people” said Ndombolo.
“You haven’t told me what happened to the girl” I asked.
“Do you remember George.” asked Ndombolo.
“Yes I know him. So what?”
“One day we had gone to burn Babylon and George asked me if the mother of this young girl could be turned into CHIPS FUNGA(take away chips).I told him that it will be her pleasure because it is her faculty provided he eats the apple with its skin because the pealed ones sometimes have maggots inside” narrated Ndombolo.
“Soo..” I followed attentively.
“The boy got exited when he was welcomed. The fantasy changed into a reality”
“What fantasy” I asked.
“George had not achieved much in life and the only achievement he could make at his teen age was to eat the hen together with her chicks” Ndombolo sighed.
“So he swam in Nairobi River without a costume” I asked again.
“When I went to ask George if he dared to swim in Tana River; he boldly told me yes I could not be able to turn back the months before he was bitten by crocodiles in river Tana.He moved out. I think he is somewhere bed ridden or continuing the legacy of lethal weapons” Concluded Ndombolo.
“Oh my God. So, how many people here are dying?” I asked Ndombolo.
“About twenty plus those that I don’t know” said Ndombolo as he walked out.
I did not take any interest in Ndombolos words that day because I thought he had taken a lot of cathaine together with Bob Marley’s Cigars.
That day being a Saturday, I went to hang out with some friends to do what the MP of Naivasha does not love. At 6pm I was completely messed up by the beer truck that had come to our precious shopping center. I went home to make sure that somebody did not turn me into a punching bag.
“Baby girl I would love to talk to you” a voice of a man came from the next door.
“Action speaks louder than words” the young girl replied.
My antenna picked the signals and I switched back my memory to what Ndombolo had told me. I closed the door and went towards the openings of my sad looking house. To my surprise I saw the father of Okech.He looked as if he had been swimming in a pool of KILL ME QUICK (Changaa).And yes he was because I could smell the corrosive breath from five kilometers away.
Ndombolo knocked my door and I opened. I told him to keep his voice down.
“What’s going on Benson” he demanded to know.
“The girl next door is eating an Elephant” I said.
“I told you that if you get tempted, you will be a dead man walking like some guys here” Ndombolo puzzled me.
“There is going to be a series of burials” commented Ndombolo.
“You mean.. She is”
“Yes HIV positive” concluded Ndombolo.
“How did that happen?” I asked.
“The mother is the cause of all these misery” I was told.
“And where is she?” I asked.
“8th floor. Kenyatta National Hospital waiting to die. She used to sell herself for a bottle of binge. Even her own mother does that to date. I was told that she killed the husband so that she could take control of these houses we are living in but before the husband died, he cursed them. That’s why you see this entire region we only have landladies without husbants.When you ask where their husbands are, you will be told they died. Their children are the ones who are robbing people” said Ndombolo.
“You haven’t told me what happened to the girl” I asked.
“Do you remember George.” asked Ndombolo.
“Yes I know him. So what?”
“One day we had gone to burn Babylon and George asked me if the mother of this young girl could be turned into CHIPS FUNGA(take away chips).I told him that it will be her pleasure because it is her faculty provided he eats the apple with its skin because the pealed ones sometimes have maggots inside” narrated Ndombolo.
“Soo..” I followed attentively.
“The boy got exited when he was welcomed. The fantasy changed into a reality”
“What fantasy” I asked.
“George had not achieved much in life and the only achievement he could make at his teen age was to eat the hen together with her chicks” Ndombolo sighed.
“So he swam in Nairobi River without a costume” I asked again.
“When I went to ask George if he dared to swim in Tana River; he boldly told me yes I could not be able to turn back the months before he was bitten by crocodiles in river Tana.He moved out. I think he is somewhere bed ridden or continuing the legacy of lethal weapons” Concluded Ndombolo.
“Oh my God. So, how many people here are dying?” I asked Ndombolo.
“About twenty plus those that I don’t know” said Ndombolo as he walked out.
