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PART ONE : BRUNT :THE PIMPIN VOYAGE 1
PART TWO: BRUNT: THE PIMPIN VOYAGE 2
[2300hrs – VOI TOWN]
At exactly 11pm, there was a knock at the lorry’s driver door. It was not a single knock but a persistent knock. Issa slowly got up from his limbo. He was a bit conscious. He unnoticeably unlocked the door and opened it. Alas! Before him was a young lady, maybe 18 who was dressed in a brown pullover and black lingerie. She had donned white sport shoes and black stockings. Her left hand was holding the door open while her right hand was already exploring the truck’s seats. She twitched and writhed on her standing position as she lifted her left leg onto the truck’s entrance.
She gazed at Issa and softly asked him, ‘May I Get in?’
She maintained that eye contact that suggested something. She continued writhing her back as she massaged the front seat of the truck. Her long black hair was covering her right eye such that she kept swinging her head back and forth to get a closer look at Issa.
Issa was at first flabbergasted by the enticing ‘au natural’ curvy sight in front of him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat on his driver’s seat. This time round, he glared at her visibly. He murmured some words that weren’t audible then extended his right arm to her.
‘I don’t mind. Get in.’ he said as he flapped his maxilla and mandibles in joy as he held her hand and helped her get inside by lifting her. She sat on the seat next to the driver’s.
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‘Get some strong sticks’ Carl requested
‘Strong…? Are those not strong?’
‘Strong enough to burrow the soil’
‘Okay’ Liz responded as she bent plucking and picking the fallen rods of firewood. She was humming her favorite song.
Carl was digging the graves of their two sons, Greg and Colly. They had only noticed by the lockets on their necks they had bought during birthdays. Liz was busy fetching sticks to excavate the soil. They were no ‘jembes’ or ‘pangas’ around.
After some hours the grave was ready. It was just a minimal trench that would fit the remains of the two sons. As they carried the sooty-grotesque bodies, tears from Liz eyes dripped.
‘Hold the lower part of the limbs as I hold this upper side.’ Carl said as he held the fluffy part of the head.
As they reached the grave like structure, Carl positioned the head down slowly and gazed at Liz.
‘Put it down slowly’
They buried their sons in the island. They pushed the soil back to the grave. They lay wild flowers which Liz had plucked from a certain bush. She sat on a certain granitic rock and stared at Carl. She remembered of her huge house in Washington D.C. where there were teeming city streets, glass skyscrapers, glitters and glitz and also the luxurious landscapes.
‘Was life made to be like this? We have lost our sons. They are barely 16yrs. What a life?’ Liz questioned as she gazed above.
‘Problems come in life Liz. This one was unexpected. You should even thank God for saving your life. You are alive and kicking.’ Carl responded
‘Its…’Liz was cut short
‘That doesn’t mean am not sobbing the death of our sons. I’m also grieving their loss’ he said as he squatted on the grassy area.
‘Carl, why aren’t you sad, I see you smiling; no sad face; is there something you are keeping behind my ass? Liz asked.
‘Honey, men are always jovial; by the way do you see men crying in burial?’
‘To some extent, I don’t. But don’t you feel pain for your own flesh and blood? Did their demise mean anything to you?’ Liz questioned holding her chin.
‘As a man, I feel it in my heart, but I can’t bear showing it physically like you do. Just don’t be angst-ridden.’ He responded
The luxury apartment stood great on the four storey residential house. Carl’s house was the third one from the left. He lived with his wife Liz and their two sons, Greg and Colly. The house was surrounded by brightly colored new tips of trees, the pots of purple and pink geraniums with cellophane drops glistening on the leaves, the clusters of basil and oregano sprouting near the lemon tree.
‘Hurry up guys’ Liz said loudly as she pointed at Colly and Greg.
‘We ready mum’ her first born Colly responded.
‘Where is dad?’
‘Carl outside packing the luggage’
Colly and Greg rushed outside to assist their dad carry the bags. They were all clad in luxury garments. Liz was clad on a red sari compliment with an auburn curl and her glistening chocolate eyes made her look beautiful and ready for a show. Her husband Carl was a young, pony-tailed guy who had adorned a black executive suit.
Liz met Carl in their bedroom.
‘Do I look sexy?’ Liz asked
‘Of course you look young and sexy to me only’
‘Mmm’ she smiled. ‘You only?’ she asked.
‘Yes darling, before my eyes’ he responded.
After they had masticated to their fullest, Colly dug in his pocket a Samsung Galaxy S2 and made a phone call to his uncle in South Africa.
‘Hello uncle Sam? We are flying to Durban today.
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He walked to the red wall on the side where there was a white socket. The socket contained two buttons. A red and a green one. He immediately pressed the red button and the machine started grinding. The sound it produced was so loud such that I felt a buzz in my ears – tinnitus. Despite having the jacket that Baron had given me, I still could feel a cold shiver breaking through my spine. I tried to urinate but there was nothing on my bladder. I was restless with my mind soo preoccupied. I had seen what he was capable of doing and I did not want to be the victim of his acts. I swore to die trying to save myself rather than be pulled like a headless chicken. I sat on the cold floor, just next to Boyka. He seemed to be regaining his power as he moved far away from the machine. I too could not want to be near it. I moved away from it too. Baron stood just in front of us, watching us as we tried to escape out of a roundhouse. There was no way out for sure.
‘What did he want to do with us?’ I asked myself.
I could not want the thought of me being grinded by the machine coming anywhere cross to my mind. I trembled.
Baron took on of the wooden chairs and sat before us. I spaced again far away from both of them. I trusted none. They all had left scars in my life both physical and emotional. I hunched up my knees to my chin and covered myself completely with the jacket hiding my thighs.
‘Boyka!’ Baron called out on him. ‘How could she have overpowered you?’ he looked at him straight in the eyes, as he seemed to be quite ungrateful with him.
‘Tell me the reason as to why she beat you up like this.’ He asked again as he seemed to get bitter. He started biting his lower lip as the huge vein on the forehead started protruding.
This is part 5 of this story
Bella and Baron
I screamed soo loudly as I bow down my head in a bid to curb the pain inflicted on my fingers. The pain was too much to bear. I could feel the cartilage and collateral ligaments of my knee dancing to the excruciating pain forcing me to stay on the grimy floor as I writhed as a dying snake. My eyes were fixed on my broken finger as I visualized a white colored bone on it. It was broken. I mean, my finger was broken and it had exposed even the phalanges. I kept on wailing at the top of my voice until there was no sound coming from my mouth again. All my mouth and my facial muscles did were look like I was wailing but unfortunately, no sound could manage to come out.
‘My God!’ I screamed. What had he turned to? I mean, I thought Boyka was the one who had inscribed this utmost Satanism in him. At this moment, I had no doubt he was the real ‘proprietor’. I gazed at him. I was still crying at the top of my voice as I slowly writhed away from him. I could not even walk; I walked on my knees just like a toddler as I calculated to what extent I was to the door. All I wanted for now was to escape the whole mess that I had got myself into.
He slowly came forward and sat on his desk. He sat right on the place he had cut my finger on. To be much more vivid, his buttock had sat on my blood. I pushed myself quickly towards the corner near the door. I now feared him for sure. He was not going to help me at any cost. My heart was trembling so hard such that I could feel it beating. I gazed at him. I felt so bad for having assisted him get out of the club. This is what it cost me. To start with, I was naked, I hadn’t eaten a thing, I was smelling my own feaces , I had been roughed up, I had almost been raped and lastly, I had lost a finger. All this because of helping someone who I thought was my to-be boyfriend get home safely.
For Part One Part one : BRUNT THE PIMP’IN VOYAGE
[VOI TOWN – 0900HRS]
‘Pop!’ pop! Pop!’ the high pitched sounds of opening the booze bottles was all that lit up their space as they waited eagerly for the drink to be spilled in their glasses. The bar half-dressed waitress was some kind a tourist attraction to them. Issa was the only one who pretended to be fixed at the glass though he sipped looks at his own opportune time. Juma, Logan and Omondi were all alert to the different human who was seductively putting the drinks on their tab. The lady was dressed on a black above-knee dress, a tight, white above-navel top and those netted leggings that ran from her feet to the top. She made sure she displayed that look and moves that could not be resisted by any man who came to drink at the club.
‘Let me know if you need something else’ she said softly as she smiled at them.
‘Right away. Will let you know. We haven’t got enough of this place’ Juma responded as he removed his tongue out to express his unrelieved daring guts.
‘Call me Anna.’ She said as she waved her hand on them. She did a 360-degree turn making her short dress embrace her waist-length for a while as she walked disappearing in the crowd.
The club was still half-empty. The new day had displaced the customers and the commercial workers too. It usually flocked at night with people from every corner of Kenya and faraway countries too. It was normal to see a few European and American women and men inside the clubs enjoying both the free and costly lives of Kenyan land.
[VOI TOWN – 1100HRS]
He took one deep sip and kept the glass on the table. He released the glass, got hold of the smoking cigar on the ashtray, and inserted it between his thick lips. He inhaled deeply and puffed the air from his mouth. He seemed to be in deep thought. He remembered his family once again and thought about his kids who did not even get to see him. All he was happy about is the fact that the money he earned was enough to take them to school and take care of them at home.