KASAZILE

  SCENE 1 (Karanja Wairimu accompanied by a police officer walks inside the restaurant, rings a bell at the reception desk. After few minutes, Ms. Kamau walks in). Officer: We are in pursuit of a debtor on the run. The last time his phone was on, GPS pointed on this restaurant.  Karanja: His name is Omollo Binairo. Ms. Kamau: (Flips a book, scans through, pauses) Sorry for that. Seems like Omollo Binairo checked out minutes ago. Karanja: Is he coming back? Receptionist:  I don't know but you can check back. Officer:  Alright. You can call this number, (gives her a card) that is if you see him. Ms. Kamau: Alright, will look into that. Karanja: Well, thank you. (Officer and Kamau walk out speaking without being heard, as they disappear in the streets, Ms. Kamau looks disturbed, stands a little as if she's thinking of something, she then dials the cellphone on the reception desk, while holding the cell to her ear, Omollo walks in. She hangs up and places it back to it...

Beyond Constriction (In a town with tall erected buildings; busy streets, congested roaring engines, all-type people trickling up and down the streets, each minding own business apart from kamageras who'd grab people they make eye contact with asking them to board their nganyas by force. Opposite Old Tuskys Mall, there stands a restaurant decorated with chicken chips offer adverts. Inside; room UO17, on a bed, sat Omollo in his late 30s; well built man, dressed formally and his face covered with well-done blackish beards. He had just arrived and was unpacking his suitcase. He neatly set clothes aside and reaches a pistol and loads it with a bullet.) Omollo: I can't hold it anymore. (Holds the pistol to his throat and pulls the trigger, he nearly blows his throat). Knock! Knock! Knock! (Door knocks). (Hides the pistol under the clothes and gets the door). Ms Kamau: Here are your bathroom attires. (Enters and places them carefully on a stool close to a bathroom door). I'm a...