My head had not lost consciousness to the extent of not visualizing completely. I could see a blurred vision of a human figure at the door. I did not even want to think who it was. All I knew is that I was in safe hands. He stood there looking at me with those sharp chatoyant eyes. He got closer still fixed on my embodiment. I wanted him for sure. I wanted to feel his passion, his touch, his taste and his everything that he had to offer me. There was this spirit in me that was soo wanting at the moment. Despite having the drink to my occiput, I was able to move myself like a slithering snake towards his direction. The dim lights made just the right atmosphere. I do not know if it is my eyes that had the blur or was it the lighting. I just felt cool with the view.
He sat at the end of the couch that I was in. gradually; I crawled on fours towards where he was and hugged him from behind. I held his shoulders tightly as I feared I would trip over. The zeal in me was killing my system. My short dress had already coasted upwards towards the head of my femur bone but who cared? It was Josh and I. I mean, I wanted him. I bent his neck on the side and gave a moist peck on his neck. He twitched. I could feel the warmth in his skin. The engorged neck veins were sending a message. He was also getting into the mood despite not revealing it physically. I could see his toes curled up on the wooly-carpeted floor.
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.
[THE DANGEROUS LIVES OF LONG DISTANCE TRUCK DRIVERS ]
Mombasa (Kwakiziwi Region)
Issa rolled on his king-sized bed with a bat’s eye and stretched his arm to the left switching off the noisy alarm. The time was 2am on Wednesday morning. His right hand was numb due to the spooning posture he had lain with his wife Alika. Alika in Swahili means ‘most beautiful’. He stealthy removed his arm from his wife’s bosom and sat on the bed; His feet touching the cold linoleum floor. He needed to be on his truck by 3am to kick off the long journey to Uganda. He was a truck driver whose return to home formulae had been critically disorganized. The last time he had managed to be home was 3 months ago. He had just arrived the previous night to meet his family; wife and two kids who are in nursery school. He had not even spent 24hrs at his vicinity. He was now getting ready to take off. Before he got out of the bed, Alika, his wife, tagged him using her leg.
‘Hey Babe? What’s up?’ she asked as she rubbed her eyes due to the effect of the bright fluorescent tube above them.
‘I have to be going. This is what we live on. It’s where I get my income.’ He responded as he stretched his hand and beckoned Alika to come closer. She was accustomed to these kind messages for some time now. She could not imagine the solitude-ness and how hard it was to stay without her husband for months. She had survived all the times. She felt it as a heavy burden on her. All in all, she had to agree to that fact.
JONTE AND CATE JENNER
Jonte and Cate Jenner had completed their degrees at a widely recognized University. Completing the degrees was the happiest thing in life that really made them match. After two years of experience, they met again at the same university. Coincidentally, they all wanted to pursue a master’s course. They met across an isolated path as Jonte was going to the lecture hall.
At first, he could not seem to get a clear view. He sent glances towards her for a number of times until they approached each other.
‘Jenner!’ he called out as if he did not know her real name.
‘Jonte’ she called back his name and they hugged.
‘What are you doing here in campus?’ Jonte asked as he inspected her by scrolling his eyes down her books.
‘I have just come back to pursue my master’s degree. ‘What about you?’ she said asked him, ‘what are you doing in campus?’
‘That’s a coincidence! I have also come to pursue my master’s degree’ he said as he glanced around to view whether someone was peeping at them.
They did not have any relationship before. They were just mates back in the undergraduate halls.
‘Where were you heading to? It’s already 2pm.’ He asked Jenner.
Part one of this story here >>> PART ONE
The time was now 11.34am
We could not feel the chilly breathe that was emanating from the disorganized air that was being squashed by the roaring fans in the library. We could not feel the ample ambience of the library any more. We were losing our patients and our hope. Some of us had defecated on our bodies, children were crying, some were being bandaged while some came to the floor we were in and dropped down dead with shocking bullet holes drilled inside their bodies. The faces of the people around me both young and old looked terrified. We knew what was to be our fate despite the government efforts. We knew these people and what they usually did to hostages they captured. We had the feeling it is a lost battle. The only thing we would do was to hide. However, what if they lit the floor on fire? Alternatively, sprayed the entire floor with bullets and grenades? Hiding would not be of any help. Faking death by applying someone’s blood on our faces also could not be of any use. These people have the tendency to continue shooting as the lifeless body of an innocent citizen jumps up and down on the floor as the laugh at the top of their voices.
All I knew is that we would run and meet ourselves stranded at the topmost floor. I started trembling as I garnered some frail strength to keep we awake. I had the feeling that today was actually my last day to breathe the air of this world.Just as I was in my thinking closet about the current status quo, there was a HUGE explosion just at the floor below where I lay. I actually felt my body lifted up by the pressure it had exerted on the floor I was in. huge cracks had started protruding due to the effect of the explosion. The floor was threatening to sink in at the left corner of the library. The people in the library were all screaming and running towards the top floor. It was the only way to move away from all the troubles that were coming towards us. I felt as if I could make myself fall on the ground and cover myself with a fellow’s blood. I feared the consequences.