I often keep checking the down lock (konji) on my door. This is because once upon a time at ‘quarantine’ a thief came for a courtesy call. Most times I only locked the upper lock. Truth be told I used to feel like a dynasty since I was living opposite Wajackoyah (OCS.) On this particular night my daughter locked the door and wound locking the down lock. As usual we went to slumberland and my kids wished me goodnight saying, ‘dream of bedbugs’ 🤣. Now in the wee hours of the morning as I was doing my assignment of dreaming well not of bedbugs but of mansions with crystal chandeliers on a hill. You know sometimes pia unawezadrift from assignments juu imagine unang’ang’ana kupata degree halafu kufumba na kufumbua unajipata umeSakajwa. So as I was drifting from my assignment at hand I heard some noise at a distance. I started thinking that since I was living on the ground floor and rodents were common visitors that maybe one had paid homage. Kidogo kidogo I started drifting out of my sleepy stupor and realised that someone was trying to force entry into my kahouse. I woke up small small and walked into the living room eyes groggy and all, hitting chairs and tables and as I put on the light, let me tell you Maina, I saw the hand that was straining to open my door. My heart skipped a beat and my tongue clang to the roof of my mouth. That is why I was not able to put my hands on my head and scream at the top of my lungs like my mama used to do when cows were being stolen in the village and whisked off Kamarurui to cross Thagana river into Mathīra ma gīthomo. I only heard fast fading footsteps and the bang of the gate as the dude ran and jumped the gate. Believe you me God hears prayers because I prayed that if the dude ever tried to come and visit me again, that He’d confuse him. Well fast forward, the prayer was answered faster than I’d have expected. A few days later the guy went to visit the chief of police himseofu. He was taken to Karatina subcounty hospital on a stretcher, a bullet scar on the thigh should now be a frequent reminder of how using ‘kale kakitu’ can put you in an awful situation. How else can you explain going to steal in a soldier’s house. Up in the slopes we had a saying for that, lemmi see what did we use to call it ‘gūikia ihiga borithi.’ Have a stone free day.


Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

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