RETURN TO KENYA

                              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 )