Mteja 2

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Let's rewind to 1:00 PM when she had texted:   “Souley,  go to this place in Ngara,  ask for a guy called Musyoka.  He has the samples.  Just call me when you get there,  I’ll guide you.” Simple, right?  Now it’s 2:44. I’m here. I’ve found Musyoka. He’s chewing miraa, eyeing me like I’m slowing down his evening high.   “Oyaa,  niko na samples.  Si useme venye madam alisema.  Ni hizi ama zile?” I freeze. I don’t know. I was told to wait for her instructions. I try to call her again. Mteja. I text. Double tick. No blue. I even WhatsApp call her, desperate moves, you know? Musyoka is now shifting his weight like a man about to disappear. I try calling her again, muttering under my breath,  “This woman will be the end of me.” Then the rain starts. Nairobi rain doesn’t fall, it attacks. Boda guys scatter, hawkers scramble to save their goods, and I’m there, hunched under a mabati shade, holding a phone that won't ring, wit...

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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