Treachery and lust are two major vices of which have been prevalent in the recent past. Lust is the hunger to get someone to bed with him/her while treachery is the power of telling lies. In my society especially there have been a lot of evil cases brought about by the above vices and I can recapitulate one of the many that got stuck in my intellect mind.
It was back in 2013, where Kasigwa town was still growing and a number of big, luxury hotels became on the demand. Major outsiders would come from far to dine. They also enjoyed a sleepover at the
suites. It was the subject of the day for an outsider to stop his/her vehicle and ask a commoner the whereabouts of a certain guest house or lodging. After giving the correct directions, the subject would earn some pennies that would worth the kindness he/she portrayed.
This was the kind of living the residents of the town ploughed each day to at least get their daily bread.
It happened that one day, the opposite happened. A high end land cruiser vehicle halted next to Kamau. Mr. Kamau was a normal resident who reaped his daily bread from giving directions. The tinted window opened and a female hand stretched from the inside. Kamau greeted them fully aware that he had pocketed some pennies even before he said ‘hi’.
They exchanged smiles. The woman driving the car was ebony, plump and energetic like kind of lady. She had dark shades and a welcoming smile. The other lady inside the vehicle was also a dark lady adorned in those attires that ought to be confused of the club-girls. She was smoking bhang. Her happiness was ejecting a lot of puff in the serene air of Kasigwa town.
‘Do you know the Great Fork Hotel?’ the woman wearing shades asked.
‘Yeah, that’s my job to give you the directions’ Mr. Kamau proudly said as he removed a book and a pen.
‘Do you actually want to write for us in a book?’ she asked
‘Yeah or how do you want it Mrs.?’ He asked
‘Would you mind getting inside our car?’ asked the other lady as she put her cigarette in the ash tray.
Mr. Kamau didn’t wait a second invite. The back door was opened and he sat on the back seat. He directed them artistically using his skills, which he had been exercising over the past four years, to show the local and foreign tourists the flashy areas that they were always accustomed to.
‘There is the junction to the hotel. Turn right, this is the ‘Great Fork Hotel’ Mr. kamau said as he pointed his finger at the Hotel’s entrance.
Before they would respond, the back doors locked themselves on the press of a button.
The vehicle swerved on a certain corner and hit the tarmac again.
‘What’s going on?’ Mr. Kamau asked as he said that they were losing their route.
The huge ebony lady got up and fixed herself on the back seat just beside kamau. She ejected a pistol and directed it straight on Kamau’s head.
‘Shut up and co-operate for your survival rights are at stake’ she roared and tucked her tongue. The two cats had transformed to two lionesses. Kamau’s sweat had started trickling down his oily, sooty face. He had never seen a weapon of mass destruction in his life before; especially this one in front of his head. This time around it wasn’t seeing a weapon; he had tasted a pistol-nozzle stigmatization. He composed himself and sat co-operatively amid fears of his brains shutting off.
‘Call me mamsaf!’ she said as she returned her weapon. ‘You cooperate and you will secure your future.’
Kamau glared at her with such a pitiful look and gazed at the floor of the vehicle. He was helpless. His small, slim body wouldn’t challenge the huge, strong body of the mammoth lady. She tied kamau’s hand from behind with certain ropes. She had such great strength that efforts of kamau’s resistance would 100% bore no fruits.
After a 10 minute kicking and punching, kamau lay unconscious inside the car’s backseat. He had cuffs on his hands and feet. He had lost most of his blood. He had a swollen cheek also. They came across a certain metallic gate and parked the car on the inside. Kamau was locked in a certain dark room and the ladies left. He was left tied on top of the bed.
After several hours, kamau got up. He didn’t move. He tried to move his legs up but he wouldn’t. His dull eyes spotted a window on the room that dim-lighted the room. He glared around the room. He was in a bedroom, on top of a bed. He was tied with ropes.
As he was looking around the room, the door flew open and mamsaf got in dressed like those pole dancers we see on TV. The other slim lady closed the door behind her. Kamau gazed at himself. He was naked! The two pounced on him on top of the bed and forced him to have sex with them. The ladies were strong and they seemed to possess expertise in what they were doing. They were the professional rapist type- man rape. They raped kamau for six days and later dumped him in a certain ditch miles away.
Two days later, people of goodwill spotted him and rushed him to hospital. He was naked and had shivered like nobody’s business. He was nursing excruciating pains gotten from the beating he had received. He received treatment and returned home from hospital. The doctors had concluded that he was HIV-positive. He didn’t know the area he was taken and also the details of the car. All he remembered well were the merciless actions and faces of the local tourists of which left a life-mark of the killer disease in his system.
He lived to tell his horrific story to his fellow workmates so that none of them would fall into such a trap.
We should always look out to prevent such issues from affecting us. Kamau’s kindness and job had converted him into such a great mess in a span six days. He still lives flashbacking the worst memories of his life.