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  • Chapter Eight: Okwan and Belinda

    November 4th, 2017

    After all, was she not the one who always wanted to leave her husband? It might have been how Belinda coaxed her husband out of his anger or how she walked with him out of the restaurant and to the parking lot that ignited a heart beat in Okwan. She would never tell the exact moment when she found the courage to confide in Belinda, but later that evening as they were closing the restaurant, she asked Belinda to listen to her.

    “What is going on with you Belinda?”

    “Nothing much, why do you ask?”

    “I heard the conversation you had with the men who came in today for lunch. One of them was your husband and he asked you to go back home, tell me, what is going on?”

    “He asked me to stop working and I refused. I moved out of the house and now I am still working for you.”

    “I see, and what about your children?”

    “They are at home. I get to see them and spend time with them. I just do not sleep in that house.”

    “What made you come to that decision?”

    “You are asking as though there is a definite answer to such a question. Look, Okwan, do not worry about it. My husband and his friends will not cause you any trouble.”

    “No, they won’t, but you on the other hand, could.”

    “What have I done?”

    “Exactly…that’s what I’m talking about, what have you done? You may think that you took one step but it doesn’t change the fact that you took it. There are some things in life that you can never turn your back on and just be careful while you are on this new path you’re treading.”

    “Is that a threat?”

    “If it feels so to you, then it is what it is. By the way, your friend came looking for you sometime after you’d seen off your husband.”

    “What friend?”

    “Some skinny girl who talks faster than I can count money, she said her name was Mesh!”

    “Mesh! Yes, she helped me collect payment from the people are Re-Insurance plaza. She’s nice.”

    “Yes, if you believe that anyone who responds to Mesh is nice, then you are really going downhill. Anyway, it’s not in my place to judge. Here’s your pay for today and please think carefully about what it is you are doing.”

    “Thank you, Okwan. Do not worry about me. I will see you tomorrow.”

  • Chapter Seven: Okwan

    November 3rd, 2017

    Okwan rolled off her bed into the restaurant.

    She had sent Joshua to the slaughterhouse to get fresh matumbo and some maini for the day. On Wednesdays were her worst days; everyone loved matumbo but she hated the process of preparing them. The customers sat down to eat holding the belief that she could deliver on what they paid for. Some days, like today, she felt like pulling out her dreadlocks as one would pluck a chicken. She’d been living in this city for ten years.

    The first five involved running for her dear life and the next five setting up a restaurant.

    The thought of making her way to the peace of mind she had, made it harder for her to deal with Belinda. There was something about the woman that reminded her of a dead cat by the road. Belinda had soft smooth skin, like the ones she saw on women plastered on billboards. Her face was adorned by a smile that when revealed, lit up her brown eyes. There was also the way she dressed, as though the clothes were privileged to grace her body. It was this last fact, or better yet, that she had hips that everyone at Winmart felt was appropriate for the ideal woman, that made Okwan loathe her. How she came into Okwan’s world and started reigning resulted in sleepless nights. In the dark of the night, Okwan would wake up, go to the kitchen, open the fridge and pour some Viceroy in a cup and drink it while seated on the floor. She would brush her teeth immediately after, trying to mask that scent with some peppermint, but the liquor burned her throat so bad, she would wake up, her voice coarse.

    Okwan did not expect to be entertained as soon as lunch time, but when the customers arrived and asked for Belinda, she had the feeling that they were not after her food. She called Belinda and asked the men to sit down and wait. She walked to the corner, which was two steps away from the kitchen door and watched as Belinda approached the men.

    “So, it is true Besh, you work here.”

    “Hello Jeff and who are your friends?”

    “It doesn’t matter Besh, I just wanted to see it with my own eyes. Are you happy doing this?”

    “I love working here Jeff.”

    “That’s not what I mean and you know it! Why? I mean, are you trying to get back at me for something I did? I don’t know whatever it is but I am sorry, just forget this place and come home.”

    “Would you like to order something? We have the ugali-matumbo for lunch today and it’s really tasty.”

    “Do you have kienyeji?” asked one of the men.

    “Yes we do, may I get you some?”

    “Please, I’d love that and then be sure to bring some pepper too, teargas.”

    “You’re most welcome.” She walked back to the kitchen and went about serving the men and returned with their meals. She also set a plate of food in front of Jeff and whispered in his ear, “lunch is on me,” before going back to the kitchen. Okwan sank into the plastic chair at the corner waiting, pretending not to care, but she knew the signs all too well.

  • Chapter Six: Belinda

    November 2nd, 2017

    Iman and Hakeem jumped into her embrace as soon as they got off the bus. Once in the house, she helped them change into their play clothes and watched as they started chatting up their grandmother. She served them juice as their clothes were soaking in the bathroom.

    Half an hour into the cleaning and dusting of the room, their bedroom door was flung open and Jeff said, “You’ll not work there anymore. If it is money you want, I’ll give it to you, but you are not going back there.”

    She sat on the bed and looked up at him, “why?”

    “Why? Did you just ask me that? You work in a kibanda! It is a small thing pretending to be a restaurant and do you know how it makes me look to have you working there? It’s just so wrong.”

    “So, it is about how you look and not that I work.”

    “If you want to work, send your CV to some places, apply for jobs and get called into an interview, just not there and it is not fair that you leave Mother here the whole day just so you can make loose change. Besh, you are a graduate for crying out loud! How can you sit on all that potential and instead waste it working for peanuts at some kibanda?”

    “Are you asking me to babysit your mother?”

    “Whatever! For as long as you live with me, you will not work there.”

    “Thank you, Jeff. You should have said that in the very beginning. I’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

    “Belinda, wait, Belinda…be serious, and where would you go? Look, I didn’t mean it like that.”

    “Stop talking to me Jeff, I am tired and I need to start preparing supper.”

    “Is having that job more important than me and the kids?”

    “Jeff, since we got married, I have done everything just for you and the kids. Now, sometimes I sit down and ask what have you done for me? I am not talking about taking responsibility for the kids or ensuring that there is food and supplies in the house and bills are paid. What have you ever done for me? I am tired Jeff, I am sick and tired of everything and now, I want to simply do what you always expect from me which is prepare your food and serve it to you and the kids. I’ll be sure to leave very early in the morning so you can go with the house keys.”

    “Belinda…this is not the way we sort out this issue.”

    “It is because you said so and frankly speaking I am glad that I finally get to see the real you Jeff, besides your mother is around and things will be okay, won’t they?”

    “Leave my mother out of this!”

    “You should take your own advice because she has more understanding and love than you and it hurts me that no matter how hard she tries to tell you to support me, you constantly put me down. I am done, Jeff.”

    She walked into the kitchen and switched on the burner then placed the sufuria on it with some water for making the ugali. She was reaching out for the maize flour when someone reached for her hand. Her Mother-in-law was smiling and she took out the floor and switched off the burner.

    “Mama, how are you? Can I make you some tea?”

    “No, sit down.”

    “What’s the matter, Mama?”

    “Sit down and listen to me Belinda. Your Mother would be very proud of you if she could see the woman you are today. I could not help but listen to what you told my son and if there is one thing that I have always known is that, a woman never leaves her home. You just told your husband that you’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, is that true?”

    “I have to.”

    “Well, if you really needed to leave, you would have left two years ago my daughter. I know what it means to be fed up. Do not say something you cannot do.”

    “Mama, are you saying that I cannot leave this house tomorrow?”

    “Yes, however, I know you need time to think things through and that’s why I’ll stay. You can do as you feel you ought to but make time for your children. You have to see them when you can and reassure them that you’ll always care for them because they are not the reason for your misunderstanding with your husband, and even if they are, they do not deserve the same punishment as him.”

    “Thank you, Mama.”

    “Now, go and check on your children and let me help you out today. I will call you when supper is ready.”

    “You don’t have to.”

    “I just asked you to let me do my part Belinda, are we going to argue over that too?”

    “No, Mama.” She walked into her mother-in-law’s embrace and for a few minutes it felt as though the world was finally smiling down on her, but that was before she heard the engine. Jeff was doing what he knew best and for once his outburst did not bother her. It was this final admission that enveloped Belinda into a sadness she could never share with the woman who was holding her at that moment.

  • Chapter Five: Jeff

    November 1st, 2017

    He was making his way to the New Victoria Hotel when his phone beeped. He reached for it and put it on speaker, “Jatelo, tell me what do you need?”

    “Do I always call you when I need something?”

    “Yes, you do. I am driving can I call you later?”

    “Boss, I didn’t know that Madam works in town. I just missed her and she looks great.”

    “Wait, what do you mean?”

    “You didn’t know that Belinda has been working at the kibanda near WinMart where we used to get our lunch? You remember the matumbo fry and ugali we used to dig into? She works for the mama there.”

    “Where are you?”

    “I am parked outside Denno’s base at WinMart.”

    “I am getting into town now, how about I get you one or two and we can talk about this hallucination you have.”

    “Ati hallucination! I will wait then.”

    “Sawa thanks.” He sent Michelle a text saying he would delay by ten minutes. His phone lit up immediately, “Take your time.”

    PS: Happy Writing Wrimos! I’ve got only two hundred words down today, but I’ll keep posting the Ushanga series as I participate in #NanoWrimo.

  • Chapter Four: Maureen

    October 31st, 2017

    Two things were true about Maureen: She loved fashion and talking. For as long as she could remember, her parents had often told her that her voice entered any room before her skinny body did. It was no surprise meeting Belinda in fact she could not miss the opportunity for she’d met her once at Barcadia. Her friend Michelle had left her in the company of this handsome devil she knew was married but enjoyed spending time with. His phone lit up and Belinda was smiling right at her, back then she’d asked “Is that your wife?”

    “Yes, that’s Belinda.”

    “She is beautiful.”

    “Yes, she is a great woman.” Michelle had walked in right then with their drinks and she’d excused herself for the night and probably for the short life span of their friendship ever since. Later that evening, she walked to Okwan’s restaurant and was pleased that Belinda was ready to leave too.

    “Do you need to place an order for tomorrow Mesh?”

    “No, I actually wanted to see you again and apologize for coming on too strong. I talk too much and some people take it the wrong way.”

    “It’s alright. I am just heading on home.”

    “Sure, okay, where do you live?”

    “It’s not far. I’ll take a boda-boda.”

    “Do you have kids?”

    “Yes, two actually and I am rushing home because their bus will be dropping them soon. Why do you ask? Do you know them?”

    “Um…no, it’s just a bit early so I guessed that maybe you have kids that’s why Okwan let you leave early.”

    “Okwan is a good person. See you around Mesh.”

    “Yeah, sure thing, see you tomorrow then and say hi to your kids.”

    If there was a moment when Maureen felt guilty, it was knowing that Belinda had two kids and a cheat for a husband. She pulled out her phone from her bag and scrolled down her contact list. She did not find Michelle’s number but she could comb through her Facebook profile for updates on her social life.

    She was still going through her phone when someone tapped on her shoulder. She looked up and said “yes, what is it?”

    “I am sorry for disturbing you, but are you good friends with the lady you were with?”

    “Who’s asking?”

    “I am. Well, she looks like someone I know and I was driving so I couldn’t shout out her name, but if so, I’d really love to see her.”

    “You just saw a beautiful lady and came up with a story. Look, if you want to see her, visit Okwan’s restaurant tomorrow. She works there. If she is the one you say then you can talk to her then but I am not giving you her number.”

    “It’s alright. I appreciate it but how about your number then?”

    “Really? Do I look like ugali sauce?”

    The man smiled and walked back to his car leaving Maureen with thoughts she knew could stew some soup.

  • Chapter Three: Okwan

    October 30th, 2017

    It was a relief seeing Belinda the next morning and so Okwan gave her a set of tasks to see to at the restaurant as she proceeded to pay for the delivered groceries.

    “Belinda, we have some deliveries to make at Re-Insurance Plaza and I hope you can do just that because Joshua is not around.”

    “Sure, I’ll deliver the meals.”

    “Make sure everyone pays you for their meal, they always have the tendency of saying you can collect the money tomorrow. I am in no mood for credit today and tell them the pilau is already mixed with beef. O and there’s this mama, some short plump lady who insists on wearing red lipstick even though the color makes her look like a dead hen.”

    “You do not like this mama I presume.”

    “I am telling you to watch out for her. She always finds fault in the beef stew every time it’s delivered to her. Do not let her talk to you through her nose.”

    “I’ll keep that in mind.”

    Belinda took the wrapped lunches and put them in one big shopping bag and left the restaurant for Re-Insurance plaza. It was a relief to have stepped out of the kitchen into the fresh air. The plaza was a five-minute walk from the restaurant and she was greeted by the guard upon entry who proceeded to direct her towards the reception.

    The lady at the front desk smiled when she approached, “you must be the new person Okwan got. I heard you were beautiful but they must have missed something because you don’t look like any mama kibanda.”

    “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

    “I don’t know. You are quite pretty you know, anyways I am Maureen, but you can call me Mesh.”

    “Why Mesh and not Moh.”

    “It’s my name and I get to pick the nickname, what do they call you?”

    “Belinda but do not call me Besh.”

    “I see, anyways, you can place my order right here while I go and tell the others that their lunch is here. Before I forget, here’s your money.”

    “Thank you, Mesh.”

    “Don’t thank me, let me sit down and eat then you can thank me.”

    Belinda sat on the brown couch at the reception and watched Mesh walk into the other offices announcing at the top of her voice that lunch was served.

    Five minutes later she’d handed over everyone’s meal and collected her money. As she was about to leave, Mesh rushed beside her with a phone in hand. “Hi, can I have your number?”

    “You have Okwan’s number isn’t she the one you’d rather call to place your orders?”

    “Yes, but she is not easy to talk to. I promise I won’t disturb you or stalk you; it’s all about keeping the business of lunch deliveries going. I would really love to have your number.”

    Belinda looked at the lady once more. She couldn’t be a day over two decades but there was something about her that reminded her of life. She took the phone, keyed in her number and handed it back to Mesh. “See you tomorrow Belinda, and I love your jeans, they really make your hips look great!”

    Belinda walked back to the restaurant and handed over the money to Okwan. She walked into the kitchen to check on the beef stew.

  • Chapter Two: Belinda

    October 29th, 2017

    She arrived home at seven o’clock. Jeffery was seated on the sofa with his legs resting on the coffee table. He nodded when she got inside the house.

    “What are we having for supper?” he asked.

    Belinda walked over to the children’s bedroom to say hello to Iman and Hakeem. They rushed to hug her when she sat on the floor each spouting words about their day. Iman had her father’s eyes and someone else’s looks. Hakeem on the hand was the adorable male version of her. He was the youngest and the sweetest. Jeffery had been talking about having another baby. He called it the curtain call. They could close the chapter on baby-making and raise the children. She listened when he talked and snuggled closer for a cuddle, but never forgot her pills. He was ready because he had earned a promotion and had signed a five-year contract. The words flowed into her ears, pitched a tent in her mind and then were discarded as soon as she woke up. It meant nine months of piling on weight, cracked nipples, wearing a diaper for six weeks postpartum, and of course the snide comments from him ‘you are fat,’ or sometimes ‘we need to sign you up for gym.’ When the baby cried, those first three months of hell, meant she would sleep in the baby’s room. Jeffery asking every morning, ‘Is there any way we can get the baby to stop wailing at midnight?’ He would have his breakfast, leave at seven and return at nine in the night. She never confronted him about Millie, the slim young thing he spent diaper money on. She never confronted him about his working hours for somewhere along the way, she’d learned that there were better things like watching him choke on a fish bone.

    She led the way into the kitchen and turned on the gas. Hakeem and Iman climbed on the counter top like they always did whenever she cooked. “What are we eating tonight?” Iman asked.

    “I am making rice and beans.”

    “You know they are eating chapati in Gracie’s house and it was all she talked about on the bus.”

    “I can make chapati on another day when Gracie’s mom is not making it so you can also tell her all about it.”

    “Yes, she thinks that they are the only ones who eat chapati. I will show her.”

    The children talked about their day each one taking turns to prove they had the best experience. Jeff turned the volume up and she did not see the need of shouting to get his attention. Iman helped her set the table and they sat down to dinner. She listened to their talk even as she did the dishes and tucked them into bed.

    She took a quick shower and changed into her night dress then slipped into the bed. Jeff turned to her as she settled between the covers and said: “Mother is coming to visit us next weekend.”

    Belinda looked into his eyes. He smiled and then kissed her hand, “goodnight,” before turning to face the other side pulling the duvet along with him. She stared at his back long after and slowly slid down the bed and closed her eyes to embrace sleep.

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    Ushanga: Chapter one was posted here

  • Reading The Name of the Wind

    October 26th, 2017

    Have you ever read a 722 page novel in one sitting? Allow me to gush over a book I just finished reading called The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. Ever heard of him or read his books? This was my first of many and here’s why:

    My name is Kvothe.
    I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make minstrels weep.
    You may have heard of me.

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    Most of the times when we hear accounts of heroic acts, it’s always passed down from witnesses or people who overheard the stories and so forth. A man happens upon an inn. He arrives at night and almost loses his life in an attempt to get shelter. It turns out that he is a scribe or what people would call a Chronicler. He is the guy who brings legends to life by telling their stories. He takes one look at the innkeeper and knows it’s Kvothe or Quothe, the red-sandy hair, and the eyes give him away and he wants to tell Kvothe’s story. So, Kvothe reminisces his early life, his adventures and all the Chronicler does is note everything down. This is fantasy like I never expected and before I go, I’ll leave you with a few snippets of it.

    It is a word. Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

    Kvothe recalls his time at the University and there’s this statement he made about the administration that had me thinking what would happen if that were to be incorporated in Kenya?

    Your next term’s tuition was based on your performance.

    After his parents and their troupe were slain, he wandered the streets for years and when the Chronicler asks him how he dealt with the loss, he spoke of Four doors of the mind; sleep, forgetting, madness and death.

    One thing did ring true of Kvothe, he was restless and his impatience and smart mouth got him into more trouble than he ever asked for. I know temper and fury. I’ve been caller a Simmer more often than I could drink coffee and if there’s a statement that lit up the Simmer in me, then it is:

    Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

    I’m moving on to another book today. What are you reading this week and are there any epic fantasies you’d recommend?

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  • Worry

    October 23rd, 2017

    You came to me.

    I summoned you into my mind and you built a fortress when all I needed was a five minute consultation. It’s been days. You forged an alliance with my intuition, signed a treaty with my fears and sealed the bond with my hopes.

    Intuition kept telling me that it’s all a trial. It is a test to see if my love is true, to see if I would be the one to pursue and seek first. It kept telling me to listen but I said “what if you are wrong?”

    She said “What if I never shut up?”

    Fear told me I might blow things out of proportion, make a mountain of a molehill, destroy a good thing.

    Hope stayed calm saying “this too shall pass, besides you never know unless you address it.”

    So, I picked up a book and added another layer of ice to my heart. When you’ve been single for a long time you are comfortable with the silence within. You are you. You walk around the house in pajamas, read books, drink coffee, listen to Lecrae, dance in your underwear.

    So, dearest worry, before you get too comfortable in your fortress, remember that you were summoned. Whatsoever’s summoned can always be banished, I would bear that in mind, in fact, I would think about it and act on it.

    Hope says “stay single, you’re better than this.”

    I look at the time. It’s 3 am and I for one have no objection.

  • Reading & Writing Updates

    October 20th, 2017

    How’s your week been? What did you do this week? Friday’s here and I can’t wait for tomorrow because well, I get to sleep way past six am.

    My week’s been full of events and on Wednesday was a tough sail for me because I received a long email from a project I was looking forward to and the take on it was it’s got to be on hold till the political situation gets better. Well, that hurt, but I am hopeful that Kenya will get better because we’ve got to uphold our constitution. It also broke my heart to go on Facebook and read about the killings in Kisumu because no one deserves to be hit, insulted, belittled or killed for expressing their grievances. No one also deserves to be robbed of their income because of someone expressing their grievance.

    On reading:

    • I finished reading an interesting thriller on Tuesday. It follows Masha, a law intern at a police station in Moscow who looks into a serial killer’s patterns and unravels a mystery far beyond the country’s expectation and understanding. (Get a copy on Amazon)

    • I also got stuck on Wuthering Heights. I’ll probably take some time off, listen to Tamar Braxton’s album Bluebird of Happiness and then get back to it when I can take the anger and bitterness portrayed.
    • I am currently halfway through Trail of Broken Wings by Sejal Badani.
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    • I am still on the lookout for a great book to read. So, any suggestions are most welcome!

    On writing:

    • I am still working on Ushanga and it’s set for release at the end of this month, so that’s awesome.
    • An idea for my next book popped to mind while I was working on Ushanga and that pissed me off. Don’t you hate it when you are finally writing a few words and a better idea comes and perches on your shoulders? So, I’ll draft an outline and see how it goes before I make anything of it.
    • 11 days to NanoWrimo and I am not ready, but I’m looking forward to participating alright.

    I guess that’s it for me so far. What are you reading this week?

    To Kenyans, Happy Mashujaa Day 🙂

    Have a lovely weekend.

     

     

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