Mama mesh had started creating interest..huwezi jua mzee anakuja saa..’ Before she completed her statement we had a loud bang at the door. “Conrad ni nani?”, Hee Conrad ni nani kwako?’ Khadija’s husband was throwing Khadija out of the house. We rushed to help. Moments later the whole neighbourhood had arrived at the scene. ‘Bwana Mwakideo Kunani?’ The landlord asked. That’s when I knew Khadijas husband is Mwakideo. ‘Nimepata Sms kwa simu ya bibi yangu wanachat na mwanamme vile walienjoy…now more angered…kwa nyumba yangu..kitanda changu..mim
i nahangaika kumtafutia huku somali naye kazi ni kutafuta wanaume’.’Lakini si unajua kumpiga bibi yako ni makosa’ the landlord interrupted. ‘Iko wapi io sms unaclaim amekua akichat na mwanamme mwingne’ the landlord requested. Unfortunately mwakideo had hit the phone against the wall and broken it to pieces. ‘Nimepasua simu’. I felt relieved. I couldn’t have stood my name being read in front of ths multitude.
As the Landlord and other members were interrogating Mr Mwakideo, we(Mama Mesh, Beatrice and I) took Khadija outside for first aid. We unbuttoned her dera and for every button all the memories came back. ‘Why would a man beat such a beautiful girl? All ths flesh, all ths ass, all ths package, ‘are policemen cursed?’ I asked myself kindani ndani… I fanned her with enough air and she regained conscious. I saw her opening one eye and then both. She looked sideways, ‘Huyo mwanamme ako wapi?
Moment’s later police drove in and arrested him. We accompanied her to the station and wrote our statements. Mwakideo was booked and we returned home. I lay on my bed, my heart racing, thoughts running all over my head. Just as I was about to catch sleep my phone vibrated. It was Khadija. ‘Aki meogopa kulala peke yangu hapa, naja kwako’ I heard her locking her door with a padlock.
‘’ Her soft lips crashed into mine and our tongue whirled while her hands explored my body. She grabbed my machine gun positioning it to the entrance.
‘NO!! You can’t sleep here’ I told Khadija. ‘Tafadhali nielewe..siezi kaa pekee yangu’. I refused to listen to any of her excuses. I know Khadija loved me but I couldn’t allow her leave her now arrested husband for me. No way. I escorted her down the staircase and came back to sleep.The following week I received a text from Rita,’Hi. Hope unakumbuka tunafaa kumwona daktari kesho?’ I responded by calling her back. She did not pick. ‘Rita ameanza kunikalia kichwa ngumu now that she has got what she wanted’ I told myself opting not to respond to her text.
The following day we drove to see Doctor Muchana. As he had requested, he was to do more blood tests. He took the samples and requested us to wait. Moments later Daktari called us inside.’Is he your son?’ he asked.No a colleague from work’ Rita lied in front of me ‘I have carried several tests and I can confirm for you they have all turned negative.Last time you had tested positive for thrombocytopenia’.
He explained to us about the hereditary disease. We were happy. ‘Ok I will also wish to inform you that you are expectant of twins’ Daktari continued. Rita smiled looking at me. I knew I scored over 2.5( waekezaji wanaelewa hio). We left and Rita gave me fare to go back home and she drove to work. Rita has really changed. Why is she giving me 300 from the usual 5000? I asked myself so many questions as I walked down the road. That week we never spoke nor did I meet Rita. The following Sunday as I was rushing to church, ‘Sik sik wee kijana sik sik’ I heard someone calling. ‘Nani anaitana kama mbwa’ I asked myself as I looked back. It was mama Mesh. Her real name was Milka.
‘Na hio jina yako ni ngumu’ she excused herself as she stretched her hand to greet Me.’Nimekuita kukuuliza, ile kesi iliishaje?’…’Kesi gani?’