RETURN TO KENYA
I was comfortably seated in my house when Shallet my niece awoke me from my siesta. It was a Saturday siesta. She served us the lunch. My son Wilhem having been deeply engrossed in his cartoons on the television could not hear anything from his big sister.
Shallet was a student of medicine. Quite often, she would pay visit at my home. My home was a home for all my family members. Those from Shonnet’s side and those from my side. But they paid visit during holidays as other days I was busy and my son in school. As I watched the telly, I became deeply engrossed on a musician who sang a song titled- baby I’ll wait for you. Wilhem too became alert and watched the musician with a sympathetic stare. When the song was over, he asked, “ Daddy! When is mum coming home?” Having been a scholar, I realized that this was the time Sigmund Freund called phallagic stage. A stage in which sexual energy is attached to genitals. Oedipus and Electra complex stage. Wilhelm taking after his father took out a pen and his note book and decided to write a poem. I too took out my poem which previously I had written in my workplace unable to concentrate without my baby.The poem read:
WHY I WANT YOU
Brown but not too brown, slim but not too slim
Short but not too short, tall but not too tall
She is of medium size!
Your teeth are as white as snow, oh! they can destroy me
Your eyes cool on specs, your hair cool for me to caress
They say size eight, I say you are my size one
You are my number one, I compare you to none
When I will be done, having adjourned
My single life, without having mingled
I will match to my priest, and give him at least….a gift
After many were messing, and their dressing
Godly child we raise, and name her after my mother
Slim but not too slim, short but not too short, tall and not too tall
I miss you Shonnet.
Before long, Shallet was calling us from a world of our own. Wilhelm was deeply engrossed in writing his poem. I was busy reading mine! I looked at him and thought- as the father as the son. “ Hey! Son! Enough of that now. Back to eating now. My niece helped him eat and we all went to sleep.
Finally the long awaited day came- return to Kenya. It was my day to go for my girl at the airport. As a cool guy, I decided I would only inform my closest family members and my most closest friends. Most of my friends such as Kotzwinkle Mathison, Hantolostro Avonhontlon and Magoto Maguru had most beautiful cars. These ones were to accompany me to the airport. In total we had four cars. Having lived with My niece as the mother of the child- indeed am grateful to Shallet most, I decided I would not leave her behind. She would accompany her small Brother Wilhem.
I warned Hontolostro against leaving his wife behind. He was a longtime comrade and I knew all his ways. He did not prefer taking his wife out to his chaps on the grounds that she was not beautiful enough. On the contrary, Magoto Maguru fancied ferrying all his family and including his neighbors especially occasions that feast accompanied the tour. I too warned him.
I called Shalletmed, shortform of Shallet a student of medicine. I had realized that, this name gave her extrinsic motivation as well as daughter’s joy. She felt like I was the real dad. I asked her to prepare Wilhemscho, shortform of Wilhem Scholar.
As I waited for my two kids hands on my steering, I remembered my Apple ipad Air 2-9.7. I switched it on. The latest ipad model technology. This would help solve out snapshots issue at the airport. Wilhem came ferried by her big sister. He felt a feeling of love as he conversed with her. They checked in Wilhem sitting on her sister. Just before we could take off, Wilhem shouted out, “ Good heaven! My poetry notebook! Daddy, hold on. I thrive on my pen and a book!”
I met my three friends waiting for me at the Anniversary towers. Their cars were on signals waiting for me. Behind one, was my brother Kumeria. He was the one to carry my mum.
I have always wondered why my mother gave us crooked names- Maina, Kumeria and Gutua. Kumeria meaning-Swallowing and Gutua meaning-spitting. My mother has always told us stories about my brother Kumeria. In the hut, where mum and us resided, we used to scramble for food. When prayers were long, Kumeria would open eyes and begin swallowing food. My mother has always reminded us of how Kumeria used to swallow hot rice without chewing. He would later look at us with a sympathetic stare that suggested that he had taken nothing. We would all sympathise with him and share him some food. We therefore called him Kumeria.
Gutua is our most slimy boy. He used to spit food when mother nursed her. My good mother would roast gikobokobo type of bananas, chew and take out for my brother. My brother has lived slim as a result of that. Were it not for his brown most beautiful wife, he would now be dying in hell. And did I tell you of the stories about his wife and my wife? His wife Jannet and my wife Shonnet schooled in the same international school. This is a sheer coincidence of how two poor boys married from most rich family’s homes.
Sorry, I was side trapped from my story.Kumeria never saw any bump, with his primio car, he seemed to swallow all the possible bumps the way he did it in our hut.
We had now passed the by-pass on the University way. Inside my car was Wilhelm busy watching western songs. He felt awesome now that he wonna meet his mother.
As jam began setting, I pulled my dark glasses up my head- an accident had just happened! Being on a Saturday, many men were busy taking their girlfriends out as others were busy going for theirs at the airport. We extricated ourselves and out we were.
As we arrived at the airport, it was quarter to 11:00 a.m. We were on time as Shonnet was to land at 11:00 a.m. As we approached the entrance, the sky was hazy and spanned. That day was a bit hell-too much check ups. Inside my car, I opened the boot and the security officers did their job. Kumeria and the rest passed through the same rigorous and intense process.
We all got out and had fun. Mum with us, was the source of our pride. Wilhelm immediately clung onto her. Shalletmed and the rest of us in dark glasses began sunbathing as we took some water from our different bottles.
The airport looked clean and holy. It smelled disinfectant. The aircraft pathways looked so clean. The grass and the flowers gave an impression of heaven- the place we shall all go! The place looked so cool and awesome. White and black men passed talking through the nose. At one point Wilhem became an obstruction to them as he clutched my mum’s dress. As a fluent speaker of English, he apologized to the two gentlemen who by then were deeply engaged in their talk. The two men looked at the small boy and gave him a grin. I sniggered at my son. He felt shy and ran to me.
A plane was seen approaching the ground from the sky. This was a special airline from Los Angeles. ‘ Hey! Daddy mummy is inside there.’ Said wilhemscho pointing at the aircraft. We began strolling in bright happiness. I took out my ipad and the rest were ready to take the snapshots before caught pants down. I saw my mum smile, I remembered -Jailed for love- a story I have always given. The plane at first didn’t appear like it was in a high speed but upon hitting its path way, it became almost impossible to have its snapshot.
The plane finally came to a halt. We could now see its nose and tail. The blades looked so huge. The propeller had not halted yet. We waited for our girl to alight. We too waited for the plug door to open. I kept wondering where the air stair will emerge from. We were there, standing waiting the A380 plane spit 550 people out. Our eyes remained glued on it. Mum’s eyes were the best!
It was amazing to see mum spot Shonnet from the tail. Everybody jumped screaming when she unknowingly looked at us. Kumeria’s wife jumped up and down as the others joined her saying, “ Oooh my God, this is Shonnet, aki ni msupuu- she looks beautiful, wah!”
Shonnet walked out slowly at first, she stood at the plug door and looked below her. “ B..A..B.I.E were here.” I screamed unknowingly.M..u..m, jump of the cliff” said Wilhem. Before long, Wilhem could not be contained by her big sister, he slipped out of her hands. Seeing this, I too foolishly ran taking after Wilhem’s words, “Mum.. Mum…Mum….’’ Before long, father and the son were climbing up the air stair competing who would meet his girlfriend and mum first.
Shonnet full of joy waited me on the left hand as she too waited Wilhem on the right hand. Two babbies! Only that one was a big baby! Wilhelm being swift, was the first to reach her mother and Shonnet full of mother’s love began kissing him. I, full of envy was there on time. I disrupted theirs and began mine. She, my most! Most! caring girl decided to multitask. When lover’s love outdid the mothers love, I began kissing her like hell. All the world was watching at this folly. White men were busy capturing the kisses with their camera’s so as in the next minutes’ they would post in their social media and so on. I was not interested with their camera, at that time I didn’t know whether they were cameras, camelas or Kamirithu. All I knew was great separation. As we matched down, I felt the spirit of Obama the president of America creep in- they way he feels as he alights. Immediately, I began playing the part. I waved hands to the crowd which wasn’t responding. I even stood and asked my first lady to wave at the citizens of this alien nation. For a while, my wife looked at me in disgusted. As for myself, I was out of my mind. I was now busy talking with unknown citizens, “ Yes, am the president, you didn’t know me? Ahahahahhh! Am the Obama. You say am not Him? Hhhhhhaaaa! Should I talk through the nose? Yes, I’ll be here today, Syria must stop this war…Yah I came with my wife….please don’t spend time on her if you are not ready for a tooth extraction mission. Sure! She is my first and last lady.’’
Having seen me like this over the years, my caring girlfriend with his now worried son gave me a small caring slap to wake me from my reverie. “ Mummy, why is dad behaving childish?” I heard hazily Wilhem asking. I came back and felt embarrassed. ( story continues in the next title: Journey to Kimpsinski )
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
JOURNEY TO KIMPISNKI
JOURNEY TO KIMPINSKI
Our journey to Kimpinski hotel in Westlands was a success. My best time having been achieved there! A place that I will forever miss to be.
We took the Chiromo road and off we were. This was one of the most luxurious hotels in Kenya. It was the best place for: weddings,culinary, sporting activities such as cycling and skating, home of all European culture, a cool place for romance- and that’s why we went there, golf, swimming and so many others. This place was well known for its popular breakfasts and ambiance. Its dinner was the most striking one! Families would join into a table and have their best cultural and western food.
We arrived at around 6:00 p.m as we had visited a few stop overs. The security men did their work and we with our wives and our mum parked and got in. wilhem was now a “toddler” whom you could not imagine. He was with his mother ferried on her chest. The mother was amused by his son’s wisdom. He was quick to think and sharp in all aspects asking her too many questions.
Around the table, mum gave thanks for his only daughter. The one who would come and help her peel bananas. The one, through her efforts In form three, caused her healing of the one eye. She had managed to convince her father to take her to the hospital.
We were served with hot small towels heated at high temperatures. We used them to wipe our hands. We then began with appetizers. At around nine, we began munching food. The ancient problem arose again- Kumeria- to swallow, began swallowing hot beef, rice, irio and the likes. It was too bad of my brother. But anyway, I could not help.
We sat on a five feet wide bed. It was an ideal place for marathon rehearsal. I could not believe I was with Shonnet. I remembered the night in which the banana leaves were silent, to just see whether anything would take place. The wall later began smiling, and later laughing hysterically. Those were the times of- Jailed for love.
Out of the long journey, I realized that Shonnet was tired and because I wanted to have her the whole night- and indeed, I could not get enough of her, I asked her to join me to the hot bathtub. There inside, we took out outer pants and there we were, sprinkling water to each other. I really liked these childish jokes with my girlfriend. We were like two big babies playing with hot water. We began playing with foam bubbles. I would hit any that appeared in her waters. Inside the water, I did her a cool nice massage which made her feel proud of his only guy. A guy who would die for her. Her and her only!
When we were through, we went to our awesome bed. We sat down facing each other, our legs tucked inside the white bed covers. “ My love, most beautiful girl in the Universe… now tell me how it has been out there. I really missed you like heaven! Hell knows how I starved without you. Satan knows how I cursed him each day! How was your journey inside that big bird? Please begin from the airport, arrival , stay and finally your return flight. Hehe.… beibs, chance is with you my love.” I said. Before she began talking, she looked at me. She felt shy- the way in which girls feel shy in a sexy way. Her lower lips twitched, I interpreted it was too in a sexy way. She finally said, “ Stop looking at me, you are making me too shy!” when I closed my eyes but still smiling- I heard a soft warm kiss on my lips. She had aroused the holistic marathon.
She, holding my chin with her most soft hands, began her story out: “ I want to sincerely thank you for your support, even as I was there, I did not stop from thinking how good you were to accept to stay with my kid as I was in school. I must begin by saying that: when you left me my beibs, I began crying for my kid and you. I felt a big separation between me and you. I have never found a good friend like I have in you Maina. I purposed not to betray your love and sincere faithfulness. I just love you Maina. If the world was to collapse, I would only want to die with you! Die with you in your arms!
Allow me my baby to drop the sorrowful side of my life and show you the real joy. You sent me out and I must present the better side of it. Now….now….when I was climbing up the plane, I shook all over and I had the fear- you know, that kind of fear that womenfolk have. I thought I would have a fatal accident in the plane!
Inside the plane, was a red carpet. That kind of carpet that the dignitaries walks on. I sat next to the co- pilot who was a lady and felt the joy of watching our journey. The plane was divided into two rows. Each row having a capacity of three seats. The plane would only carry five fifty people.
At first, the plane moved along its path way. We later took off to the sky slowly. By this time, the plane had not stablished. We were still hunging in the mid-way sky. The pilot seemed to be engaged with too many things- the way a DJ finds too many things to caress.
When the Plane had taken its stability, we all smiled with assurance of our journey. Wonderful hostesses began serving us. I personally felt humbled to have them serve me. I came across this girl in the plane. She was a hostess. She did me nice services and I couldn’t help asking her where she came from. This is after we had travelled for almost thirty minutes. The girl seemed familiar at first. It did occur to me that I was mistaken but that was a good sheer coincidence. I at first thought she was Wangeci, the daughter of our house help. The house help had raised me up in the absence of my busy parents. Her name too was Wangeci- just like our house help’s daughter before her. She was this kind of a humble friend who gave me extra services. With my recent complains with my health, I could not afford to take every other diet. She was too good for me. When I left the plane later, I left her my address promising to get back to her soon. That was my life with my Wangeci.
My stay In Los Angeles was quite good. I met good lecturers who became my friends. This was strictly women! They seemed to strengthen women with a certain unknown passion. In fact, I later shifted to stay with a certain widow lecturer who seemed to trace her origin in Africa. That is where I came face to face with the real humble life. The lecturer was an associate professor having written so many books yet very humble. All her children had been to various countries either in school or working. The first born was in Lebanon, the second in Wales while the third was in Philippine.
Its in this place that I shared about you and our kind. She seemed so moved by your love for me and my child. I explained to her that you earned a living through editing hustle. I too explained to her your struggles to have your books published by a good publishing company which would do the market all over. I shared your blog link with her and a few of my friends. She was amazed to see the great talent you Maina.” At this point, I could not hesitate from smiling broadly. I squeezed myself next to her and urged her to please continue.
“ I told her about your efforts in writing your blog yet people in Kenya did not embrace a reading culture. She asked me which course you were currently pursuing and I broadly told her you were pursuing a masters in Literature having two other degrees in pocket. She was grateful and gave a date I would see her at her department.
University of Carlifonia was a big University. It was the biggest University with a population of thirty eight thousand, five hundred and fifty. It was followed by Riverside Community college.
After having spent my time in the Library, I remembered that I had an appointment with my Lecturer. Without wasting time. I closed my bag and took a lift to the ground floor. The security officers checked my bag at the exit and off I was.
I felt tired to begin another activity but when I thought of your unchanging love, I pressed on. I arrived on time. Professor Lucy informed me that she had communicated with the head- Linguistics Department. The head had his former student- now CEO, Los Angeles Times newspaper. The CEO was to be appointed by the head of the state as an ambassador Britain. It was urgent and the CEO was to leave the office. But on the contrary, he would not just quit having been connected to the Job by the Linguistics professor. It was also a bit tricky as the news paper was the widely read News paper in Los Angeles. The CEO had just received the Carlifonian Award of the year for his good leadership skills exhibited.”
I swallowed some saliva in great anticipation for the unfolding of the story but just before she went on, Mum called. Yak! How on earth would she interrupt me when a good opportunity is here with me! I picked the call, “ Morning son, we have woken up well and now needs to go.” She said. “ Morning too mum, we are in fact about to come in two minute’s time!’’ Shonnet looked at me, smiled. I embraced her and said, “ babie I love you so much, thanks for your love, we shall soon go to that Los Angeles.”
Check for the next story- My family and I leaves for Los Angeles!
Our journey to Kimpinski hotel in Westlands was a success. My best time having been achieved there! A place that I will forever miss to be.
We took the Chiromo road and off we were. This was one of the most luxurious hotels in Kenya. It was the best place for: weddings,culinary, sporting activities such as cycling and skating, home of all European culture, a cool place for romance- and that’s why we went there, golf, swimming and so many others. This place was well known for its popular breakfasts and ambiance. Its dinner was the most striking one! Families would join into a table and have their best cultural and western food.
We arrived at around 6:00 p.m as we had visited a few stop overs. The security men did their work and we with our wives and our mum parked and got in. wilhem was now a “toddler” whom you could not imagine. He was with his mother ferried on her chest. The mother was amused by his son’s wisdom. He was quick to think and sharp in all aspects asking her too many questions.
Around the table, mum gave thanks for his only daughter. The one who would come and help her peel bananas. The one, through her efforts In form three, caused her healing of the one eye. She had managed to convince her father to take her to the hospital.
We were served with hot small towels heated at high temperatures. We used them to wipe our hands. We then began with appetizers. At around nine, we began munching food. The ancient problem arose again- Kumeria- to swallow, began swallowing hot beef, rice, irio and the likes. It was too bad of my brother. But anyway, I could not help.
We sat on a five feet wide bed. It was an ideal place for marathon rehearsal. I could not believe I was with Shonnet. I remembered the night in which the banana leaves were silent, to just see whether anything would take place. The wall later began smiling, and later laughing hysterically. Those were the times of- Jailed for love.
Out of the long journey, I realized that Shonnet was tired and because I wanted to have her the whole night- and indeed, I could not get enough of her, I asked her to join me to the hot bathtub. There inside, we took out outer pants and there we were, sprinkling water to each other. I really liked these childish jokes with my girlfriend. We were like two big babies playing with hot water. We began playing with foam bubbles. I would hit any that appeared in her waters. Inside the water, I did her a cool nice massage which made her feel proud of his only guy. A guy who would die for her. Her and her only!
When we were through, we went to our awesome bed. We sat down facing each other, our legs tucked inside the white bed covers. “ My love, most beautiful girl in the Universe… now tell me how it has been out there. I really missed you like heaven! Hell knows how I starved without you. Satan knows how I cursed him each day! How was your journey inside that big bird? Please begin from the airport, arrival , stay and finally your return flight. Hehe.… beibs, chance is with you my love.” I said. Before she began talking, she looked at me. She felt shy- the way in which girls feel shy in a sexy way. Her lower lips twitched, I interpreted it was too in a sexy way. She finally said, “ Stop looking at me, you are making me too shy!” when I closed my eyes but still smiling- I heard a soft warm kiss on my lips. She had aroused the holistic marathon.
She, holding my chin with her most soft hands, began her story out: “ I want to sincerely thank you for your support, even as I was there, I did not stop from thinking how good you were to accept to stay with my kid as I was in school. I must begin by saying that: when you left me my beibs, I began crying for my kid and you. I felt a big separation between me and you. I have never found a good friend like I have in you Maina. I purposed not to betray your love and sincere faithfulness. I just love you Maina. If the world was to collapse, I would only want to die with you! Die with you in your arms!
Allow me my baby to drop the sorrowful side of my life and show you the real joy. You sent me out and I must present the better side of it. Now….now….when I was climbing up the plane, I shook all over and I had the fear- you know, that kind of fear that womenfolk have. I thought I would have a fatal accident in the plane!
Inside the plane, was a red carpet. That kind of carpet that the dignitaries walks on. I sat next to the co- pilot who was a lady and felt the joy of watching our journey. The plane was divided into two rows. Each row having a capacity of three seats. The plane would only carry five fifty people.
At first, the plane moved along its path way. We later took off to the sky slowly. By this time, the plane had not stablished. We were still hunging in the mid-way sky. The pilot seemed to be engaged with too many things- the way a DJ finds too many things to caress.
When the Plane had taken its stability, we all smiled with assurance of our journey. Wonderful hostesses began serving us. I personally felt humbled to have them serve me. I came across this girl in the plane. She was a hostess. She did me nice services and I couldn’t help asking her where she came from. This is after we had travelled for almost thirty minutes. The girl seemed familiar at first. It did occur to me that I was mistaken but that was a good sheer coincidence. I at first thought she was Wangeci, the daughter of our house help. The house help had raised me up in the absence of my busy parents. Her name too was Wangeci- just like our house help’s daughter before her. She was this kind of a humble friend who gave me extra services. With my recent complains with my health, I could not afford to take every other diet. She was too good for me. When I left the plane later, I left her my address promising to get back to her soon. That was my life with my Wangeci.
My stay In Los Angeles was quite good. I met good lecturers who became my friends. This was strictly women! They seemed to strengthen women with a certain unknown passion. In fact, I later shifted to stay with a certain widow lecturer who seemed to trace her origin in Africa. That is where I came face to face with the real humble life. The lecturer was an associate professor having written so many books yet very humble. All her children had been to various countries either in school or working. The first born was in Lebanon, the second in Wales while the third was in Philippine.
Its in this place that I shared about you and our kind. She seemed so moved by your love for me and my child. I explained to her that you earned a living through editing hustle. I too explained to her your struggles to have your books published by a good publishing company which would do the market all over. I shared your blog link with her and a few of my friends. She was amazed to see the great talent you Maina.” At this point, I could not hesitate from smiling broadly. I squeezed myself next to her and urged her to please continue.
“ I told her about your efforts in writing your blog yet people in Kenya did not embrace a reading culture. She asked me which course you were currently pursuing and I broadly told her you were pursuing a masters in Literature having two other degrees in pocket. She was grateful and gave a date I would see her at her department.
University of Carlifonia was a big University. It was the biggest University with a population of thirty eight thousand, five hundred and fifty. It was followed by Riverside Community college.
After having spent my time in the Library, I remembered that I had an appointment with my Lecturer. Without wasting time. I closed my bag and took a lift to the ground floor. The security officers checked my bag at the exit and off I was.
I felt tired to begin another activity but when I thought of your unchanging love, I pressed on. I arrived on time. Professor Lucy informed me that she had communicated with the head- Linguistics Department. The head had his former student- now CEO, Los Angeles Times newspaper. The CEO was to be appointed by the head of the state as an ambassador Britain. It was urgent and the CEO was to leave the office. But on the contrary, he would not just quit having been connected to the Job by the Linguistics professor. It was also a bit tricky as the news paper was the widely read News paper in Los Angeles. The CEO had just received the Carlifonian Award of the year for his good leadership skills exhibited.”
I swallowed some saliva in great anticipation for the unfolding of the story but just before she went on, Mum called. Yak! How on earth would she interrupt me when a good opportunity is here with me! I picked the call, “ Morning son, we have woken up well and now needs to go.” She said. “ Morning too mum, we are in fact about to come in two minute’s time!’’ Shonnet looked at me, smiled. I embraced her and said, “ babie I love you so much, thanks for your love, we shall soon go to that Los Angeles.”
Check for the next story- My family and I leaves for Los Angeles!
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