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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...

Visanga vya Ambrose part 3

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The patient monitor showed Ambrose pulse and vitals as he slowly gained consciousness bit by bit. He sensed that there seemed to be somebody in the room with him because he sensed movement and someone speaking but he could not comprehend what the person was saying. He tried to find out who it was, by turning his neck to check but it was futile attempt plus the pain that accompanied the effort was too much even for the heavy pain killers that were continuously being infused in his body by a drip.  His mind raced, various thoughts rushed to him at once. As much as he could, as much as he tried, he could not block out those thoughts.  Where was he?  Did his wife hire someone to finish him off quietly? Had he been fired from his job? Had news had reached the HR?  Was she gloating over his misfortune.  What the hell had happened?  It all came flooding back to him gradually at first then it greatly intensified. From the HR's smirks to the house girls tears all th...

Visanga vya Ambrose part 2

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To avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Chairman asked his house girl to accompany him to the car. The HR lady loudly reminded him that the medical cover did not include abortion.  Chairman replied,  “you are childless,  because your womb is a morgue,  but, I can donate some kids” Tears flooded the HR's eyes as she walked away. Chairman disappeared with his young distressed wife. They went to see a doctor at Marie Stopes to establish the cause if missing periods.  Afterwards, she was shuttled to Busia to wait for matters to calm down. Now he went home to face Nduta and several prayer warriors who had come cleanse the matrimonial home.  They welcomed him with a round of prayer against evil spirits of admiring anything that walks in a skirt. The final demand startled him completely. Hands akimbo she demanded a gift, something that moves zero to 100 very fast. Nduta was tired of walking. Her weight made breathing a real struggle. Chairman had a solution, w...

Visanga za Ambrose.

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His office phone and mobile rang almost simultaneously from security guards. He decided to pick up the mobile call first.  “Boss,  bibi yako alikuja na wamama kumi,  wakaingia kwa..."  The call dropped. The office line rang again. “Kuna mgeni anasema ni bibi yako,”  Makori at the gate said.  The chairman  needed clarification. He told Makori, the guard he never got along with, “tell her to call me,”  The house girl called. She had been chased from home by the evil woman and a battalion of women in choir uniform. She was also worried that she couldn't locate her periods either. The Lady HR was in cahoots with guards to gather intel on who came late and who left early, to reward them accordingly. Makori, her chief snitch, reported about the distressed wife of the Man of God, Ambrose.  Excited about potential breaking news, she rushed to receive her.  Ambrose called the home guard first to get the full incident.  “Bibi yako,  amek...