Their conversation didnt seem to fade. Their faces were cool. As they conversed, it was uncovered that Grace came from a humble family in the rurals of Kisii town. Her dad was a farmer who ran a greenhouse at their small plot. He was currently harvesting tomatoes. Her mother was alcoholic and she had left her baba Grace for another man. Grace met her once once only when she went to the village bars in her search. Kairetu told almost everything about her including about Sarunis consistencious proposalsand how often she turned them down. Sometimes i wonder why some ladies turn blind and deaf on the good stuff and opt for bad stuffs just because they are eye pleasing, its okay though, everyone is entitled to have what he/she likes as long as they can rightly afford it.
The day grew darker.
Grace had bunches of bananas and tomatoes, she asked Kairetu to prepare some as she went out to buy something else. Kairetu was almost done when Grace entered with a paperbag. She emptied it. She had bought; onions, garlic, ginger, corriander and githeri gia kurugarugia which can be directly translated as githeri of jumping jumping. She prepared the vegetables and put them in a pan with heatinng oil, after a few minutes she added the bananas, they heated a little. She then added githeri and seasoned it with with a little salt and two royco cubes, added a little water, covered it with a lid and left it it to cook. It was later served with a blended pineapple juice.
Kairetu was comfortably sitting on the sofa with her legs on the cussons watching tv and the dish was smoking a very sweet covetious aroma. Kairetu commented on Grace's cooking and she admitted that the food was extremely delicious. They ate, when they were done, they watched a little, Kairetu then cleared the table and went to fetch sleep. Later, Grace joined her on the same bed.
Kairetu heard her name called. It was her turn. She was in a hospital queueing at the reception area. It was her turn to see the doctor. In the doctor's office while sitted, "Doctor, i want to get rid of this." She said while pointing her tummy. The doctor understood the gesture; it wasn't his first time to deal with it for abortions was common in that hospital. ''Do you really want to do this?'' The doctor asked. Kairetu hesitated with an expression that rhetorified doctor's asking. He then removed the operation's kit. He slid the surgical gloves into his hands and held a blade like tool in his hands and told her to strip as he initiated the process. Upon hearing that, Kairetu became uncomfortable and said " I don wanna do this.'' She said it with strength that woke her from sleep. At that time, Grace was silently enjoying the sleep. She cought several breaths and went back to sleep.
Kairetu woke up the next day in the morning and found that Grace wasn't in the house. She opened the window curtains, sunlight hit heron her slight big and cute forehead giving it a good shine. She opened the windows widely and proceeded to the sink and did the dishes and arranged the house putting things in order as if the house was hers.
The house was neat when Grace came in with a clear bottle of milk and that morning, they had pancakes with a sausage top-up and milk for breakfast.
''On a serious note, what should i do with this thing i'm carrying?'' Kairetu prompted as shee took the glass of milk from the table to her mouth and gulped a good sip. ''It is up to you my dear, mine is just on opinion. You can discard it and forget about it and continue concentrating with your studies or lure a man to marrying you and settle down. A person can barely tell you're heavy, you can secretify it and reaveal it as his.'' Grace suggested as she reclined her back on the sofa. Without saying anything, Kairetu stretched her arm, picked the charging phone, scrolled down her WhatsApp as she sipped the final contents of the remaining milk. Grace too was on her phone scrolling and double-tapping the feeds on her instagram.
Looking like she had just remembered ssomething, Grace turned her face to Kairetu and said. ''By the way, why don't you give that guy a chance, the guy that you told me of last night?'' Kairetu wanted to say something before she devoured her own words. She wondered how her friend was able to read her mind. She turned her face from her and stared back on her WhatsApp chat.
"Are you available over the weekend? I have a ticket for a couple. A weekend at the edges of Indian Ocean at Kilifi."
"I can squeeze my schedule and make it up for you"
Saruni replied with love emojis followed with a biriganya and water drops.
She then looked at Grace and affirmed, ''I... that's... that's a good idea. I will play my cards right.
On a Friday evening around 4:00pm, Kairetu and Grace were on the sofa watching tv when they heard three constant door knocks. Grace went to ge the door. She saw a familiar face. it was her coursemate Saruni. She swang the door open enough to allow him in. He removed his shoes and got in.
Kairetu hid her shock and disbelief behind her cute confidential and unsurprised face. She stood and embraced him with all her arms and hanged in there for few seconds. Saruni wasn't expecting such type of reception for it was out of the obvious. They suggested him to sit between them and they all fitted perfectly on the sofa.Saruni brought about the trip he was planning to go together with Kairetu. To grace, it sounded very new and unexpected for Kairetu hadn't mentioned of it. She was surprised that Saruni came to collect her bestie and she was left watching when Saruni left with Kairetu that Evening.
Saruni drove her to a fashion designer shop located at Adams arcade along Ngong road. Kairet scooped her preffered dresses for the trip along with bikinis for the beach. Saruni too got few stuffs for himself and settled the bill after which they proceeded to Jahmuhuri Estate, few miles from Kibera slams where Saruni rented after he moved out of his parents homestead.
The night was short. Kairetu felt like it was just a blink. She rose from the couch that she slept on when she heard a long car beep close to the house. She gathered the sheets together in one corner of the couch and sat upright. As she operated her charging smartphone, Saruni appeared from a different room which probably was the bedroom. He approached where Kairetu was sitting in the living room. He then oriented her to his house. Kairetu went to bathroom and she turned on the hot-shower while Saruni wet to the kitchen to make breakfast and left water to heat on the cooker and went outside the house.
He came back accompanied by a lady whose dress had a red lable with words written in white. She had a staff-badge necklaced, hanging on revealing clivage and a slightly older man with a similar lable on his shirt-pocket and a necklaced staff-budge Saruni ushered them in and proceeded to the kitchen.
Breakfast was ready when Kairetu slide to the dining room.
"This is the regional ambassador of Keroche breweries. She was introduced to me last week upon the announcement of the winner of the 3-day-trip in Kilifi. Curtessy of Keroche Breweries." Saruni introduced his guest. As he served them tea, he continued, "She is our trip-guide, her name is Bridgit Korir. And, this is the driver Mr. Jacob Mugaka"
They talked as the ate. Bridgit seemed friendly. She had a cute smile on unhidable pretty face, she was talkative too. She butted in their conversations. She once opined on Kairetu's aguement about the courts decision on the petition of a compromised presidential ellection.
Bridgit opposed Kairetu and suggested retallying the votes instead of re-ellection which would cost a huge sum of country's money. She excruciated her point by reflecting their corrupt leaders. She thought that reellections would slow down country's development for the tension that is always generated during the period of ellections cannot allow citizens to continue with their daily routines normally. They were all victims of post-ellection-violence and they witnessed the horrible massacres; the bloodshed, burnet houses and churches, big number of dead bodies and dead body parts that lay on the streets. Majority of the people would close their businesses and move to their villages in escape of election violence. Saruni suggested withdrawal of the petition for he thought it illegitimate for ellections were free, fare and transparent for the results were posted on an online portal which was accessible to public days before the presidential announcement. Maybe, if the petioners had petioned their petion the day when the results were made public perhaps the court would have considered otherwise.
Bridgit guided Saruni and Kairetu to the vehicle that her and Mugaka came with and led them to a big Japa-made machine. Mr. Mugaka outomatically oppened the boot, they stocked their bags in and they all got in and enjoyed the comfortability and sumptuousness of the Japan-made machine.
The driver was gearing slowly on the traffic congestion of Ngong-Road, he turned on the redio and kept on tuning searching for a cool fm. Saruni asked whether he could connect and play music in his phone, the driver switched from fm to bluetooth. "Bluetooth connected successfully." Confirmed the big Japan-made machine.
Nilikuwa na mchumba wangu
Tulipenda kama nyamachoma
Alibahatika kwenda ngámbo
Chuo kikuu kwenda kusoma
As the music played, they diverted from Ngong-Road and took the bypass escaping the traffic and drove to Wilson Airport where they found a four passenger plan waiting for their arrival. The driver helped them with their bagsto the plane, he later went back to the big Japan-made machine after waving a good bye gesture. As he drove away, the plane took off.
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