Your’s truly was woken up by pitter patter raindrops which most certainly interrupted his stint at the pearly gates. This time round he’d seen St. Peter himself come at the pearly gates, peeped through the keyhole and said, ‘ooh it’s you?’ He then left without opening the gate and Kīrīmi thought that he hadn’t seen him and so he knocked harder but Peter didn’t turn. He thought to himself, ‘ooh so this guy is not only blind but also deaf?’ Just then he looked back and blinked a few times at what he saw. The enigma of his dreams, Lucifer himself was walking casually towards him, eyes redder than red pepper his usual fork in hand. He tried to hit the pearly gates kungfu style from his high days at the village martial arts club. The gate did not give in and he felt Lucifer’s hand at the back of his neck. He tried to scream but only a hoarse shrill escaped him because the, ‘ngeta’ that had landed him on the ground left thorough damage to his voice box.
Suddenly, the pitter patter raindrops brought him back from limbo and he saw that a beggar on a wheel chair was trying to wake him up.
He came to himself and wondered where he was. He stood up tried to speak but no voice came out because let’s face it, ‘ngeta.’ The guy motioned to him to push him towards Luthuli avenue and since he didn’t have another option he obliged. As he pushed the guy, he wondered how Nairobians could just watch and walk away while someone was being mugged off his life savings. Yeah just the same way we are keeping mum when GMOs carrying ships are docking at our harbor. Truly this is where, ‘hornbill’s problem is really hornbill’s problem.’…..
To be continued
#StillTheChronicler.
A casualty
