Take me back.

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              A couple of months back, nilikuwa nimeenda place fulani shughuli na one of my boyz, Tommy, tulikuwa Whistling Moran I think. Tulifika mapema, tumetulia tunangoja tu clients wafike. I always arrive early for business, a skill I unknowingly picked up from my old man. Tommy alikuwa anataka kushika one or two beers to kill time before clients wafike, lakini nikamsho zii, business first, atashika a couple of beers after tumemalizana na clients.  Tulikuwa tunataka tu kufine tune some details kwa contract fulani tulipata ya kuweka some serious coins in our pockets with the clients ndio tusichomeke. After they arrive, tunaanza kuiron out some details with the clients, it takes a while, going back and forth, and right before I reach my breaking point to snap and maybe flip the table on them like I have see it done in the movies, the clients compromises, and agree to some of the changes we want in the contract.  Satisfied, we bid the clie...

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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