Two thousand Kenyan shillings per day in a quarantine center. Apparently that’s the price rate for ‘quarantination’ in our dear country. So where exactly will that cash be outsourced from in this hard economic times,you’d wonder!
After her supper; a piece of ugali,some sukuma wiki and omena (what she thought to be fish lets in English), she stepped out. This was minutes past 10 O’clock. Due to poor network coverage in the house, she headed to the balcony in search for the same. As the old adage goes if Mohammed does not go to the mountain,the mountain shall come to Mohammed. Wait a minute, is it Mohammed or Moses? Anyways, you get the point.
As she hang by the rails scanning the streets, she could see both genders and age groups scattered all about going through their businesses.
“I guess the curfew rule isn’t as seriously upheld in this part of the country,”she thought to herself.
Standing there feeling the cool breeze, she felt her taste buds crave bananas . Usually a vendor sells the same just opposite the building. Owing to the curfew (9 O’clock),he had already called it quits for the day. You never miss the water till the well runs dry, her taste buds now yearned for the bananas even the more.
Her Kisii taste buds having decided that bananas must be eaten this night come what may, she opted to walk to the roadside to find some. Down the flight of stairs she went.No sooner had she landed outside that she saw a car’s headlights far ahead of her. The vehicle was kind of speeding.
“Must be some alcoholics rushing home trying to avoid the long arm of the law,”she thought.
Within a split second,the car was at a stone throw away.The passenger on the drivers sit rolled down his window. His eyes were bloodshot red. This confirmed her earlier thoughts “alcoholics”.
“Unaenda wapi msichana na hata huna mask?” He asked.
“He must be trying to use this curfew issue to scare me away,”she figured as she stood there without even flinching.
“There is no way I’m going to fall victim to this silly prank.”
The guy was now opening the car door threatening to step out. As much as she did not want to fall victim to the ‘prank’, she commenced to feel a bit scared.
“Nauliza unaenda wai saa hii bila hata mask?” He retorted as he stepped out.
The scared little kid in her 20 year old body took over. Her flight and fight mechanism kicked in. Slowly but surely she began stepping backwards as though moon-walking. Cold sweat was already trickling down her spine. At the same time she felt as though she was in an oven.
As he took his few steps out of the car,she simultaneously turned giving him her back. The miguu niponye theory got practicality there and then. The speed at which she flang that gate open and ran up the flight of stairs only the CCTV cameras can bear witness
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