Butwaa! 2

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Continuation from Butwaa Any mlevi reading this knows that hio mkojo ndio ime hold back kuzima ziii. So Liz takes her to a nearby washroom, and when she comes back, her legs seem to have forgotten their function, you know, like holding the body weight and supporting locomotion. Miguu zake ziko jelly jelly. So she just says,  "ebu mnishikilie kiasi"  That, my friends, was the last time I saw her standing. Her eyes shut, her mouth failed the speaking test, and she just fell into our hands. Visiting hours zimeisha, amevaa uniform, tuko in a location civilian hawafai kukuwa. Trouble was brewing like the water we just drank. We tell Liz juu pia yeye ako na uniform aende akuje na help as we try to make her vomit and pour water on her. Waapi!  Liz alienda na simu yake and the clothes we had brought. Mpaka leo 11 years later hajawai rudi. We are there for 30 mins and catch the radar: civilians on government land. A whistle is blown, and close to 40 officers ...

Odd hours.

             It started subtly but lately, I have been finding myself being suddenly awake at strange hours. Sometimes it may be 1:17 am, 2:43 a.m, 3:11 a.m, or even 3:57 a.m, nothing consistent.

 

Not because of bad dreams or the usual midnight thirst, sometimes ni ile kuamka kuenda washroom to relieve yourself, ama venye msee huturn ndio akuwe more comfortable, na feel niko observed na presence of something or someone, ilikuwa ina feel something ancient and patient had been watching me. 

 

At first, it was innocent. I had woken up to go pee, then I felt it. Then came the second, third, and fourth night, unajipata you are awake, funny thing hata hauamki to go pee. Uko hapo kwa kitanda staring at darkness, unashangaa rada ni gani, mbona usingizi imepotea impromptu, then you feel that same presence wrap itself around the air like fog, invisible, but undeniable. 

 


Unajaribu kufukuza uwoga, but after sometime inabidi umewasha lights ujirecollect. When I flicked the lights on, silence, the room was of course empty. But there was a presence before I flickered the lights on. That is the only way I can describe it. It was just there, like a quiet observer, watching, waiting. 

 

So at first, I tried to dismiss it. Convincing myself that maybe it was stress, loneliness, or my overactive imagination, but when I felt it the second, third, and forth nights nikaona hapa hapana. 

 

As I write this story, I have decided that, I have had enough. If I find myself awake at odd hours of the night, and feel the presence, this is what I am going to do. I'm gonna be chill, sit up, stare into the darkness and wait for a while to see if the presence does anything without me turning on the light. 

 

Let's wait and see how it will go.

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