GAIN AFTER LOSS

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GAIN AFTER LOSS

BY AUTHOR LINUS A. KHASIANI

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Dedication:

My special dedication in this article goes to the family of the current C.O.S. Patrick A. Bulinda the former head teacher of Musoli Mixed primary school and the mate teacher Irechero primary school madam Christine C. Bulinda to their exuberance willpower up to date. The next graceful wish goes primarily to the daughter Brigit Chimoli who has violently zested to see the setting of this article.

Besides through with her optimum effort, she glared into it positively to catch a glimpse of this work done. Her move violently was beyond any force of determinal urge, but with extreme mentality to her gathered vivacity summoned, she was among the travelers in the world of those since birth rights their world is books and in her place, she has emphasized to only advise the tour to read only a page for only those who would adore to that world.

I honestly pray for that family to offer me a chance to use their cyber apparatus so as to prolong with the spirit of togetherness in this particular sanction. Dan Bulinda Shikuku was the key buttress in this particular subject matter not letting me a spared split second but with dynamism, he pressed me to work hard even where I could not stand, he did. I therefore offer my best wishes instinctively as to the mighty father to grand each of them the power of every management. Thanks! God‟s wish. May their wishes be granted at my father table in heaven?

Godly good luck.

Prologue

The material here controls entirely to character development that attach importance to the Wisdom ladder and hard working in both natural and spiritual endurance. After school in every level, the amazing fortune provides that one should observe the merge of lives and dedicate to their faith that always pilot to prosperity. Olili could not do it alone if he could not involve God in his ways and all that he did. Miraculously all that he did was at every risk but the Lord‟s voice kept on telling him that, „always to start first.‟ He did and the landscape in his every effort, God stood in his way.

The unknown father he had lived with unnoticing and now had died in the shock trauma after noticing that the boy he had viciously mobilized in all bad manners was at last his own son. Along with the only one after he deserted the wife few hours after the birth of the boy Chason Olili. He sold the treasury of his family including the two of his fat cows and vanished to the city. He was believed dead always and even the boy had grown in accept as true that his father was dead as told by his uncles.

It was in the shadow until it all came to be the real death of Harun Musumba when they both astonishingly assemble at their home. The same home he Musumba had deserted longer than Noels of episodes in history. The grandfather to Olili was dead, albeit he Olili had not driven home for that purpose but he found himself mixed. As well as it was then in the same added startlingly that the late was Musumba‟s father. The hard silence was answer how, why and who in what and based in the amazing fortune in the city and now in the village.

CHAPTER 1

The gossip hour had ended and here twilight had engulfed the region especially that side of the capital west where light was only from the sun day time and moon for the night. It was coming into deep nights and all the assembling noises that part and vacillate with the red globe at six thirty had calmed. The last sweep of the returning crow birds had long turned their final sky circle as at last cawed was the reporting moment of their arrival.

They had landed at their respective place. The upper tree that had stood rigidly in motion due to the placid weather position that had silently accepted the formal as the voice of the provoking drunkard male was heard and silently sailed on its own in echoes leaving the human ears alone.

It was thus uncanny for that twilight that only covered natural murmurs. The atmospheric tantamount also slotted in their compliances in as much to that progression of the same day summery in formats. It was. In that case the hour competing tonight even crossing twilight was with a struggle to be together. They had also refused to propound someone a chance of some liberty in natural progress. This was sleep. Then it stated three hours bed time. The smudging of lips stifled in a man‟s strength gave him some diminishing desire under his full manhood control.

His woman from tip to toe was asleep and snoring reminiscent of a pressure broken pipe on the base. She of course slept on the floor in their lair. Implicating, she was carrying a baby in both eve of opening their parental voyage in the entrance of their other half. It was only after two month struggle in human cheek to chaw with anticipations. It was as nature could permit and now the husband was pleading for help. Lonely massaged his maw with the weight of his heavy hand. The heavy set, the type of a farmer once hardened by the farm hard labour and the frequent use of blunt tools.

Now the climbing belly had turned out to be his enemy that denied any apology pertaining affability. His maw was on special Vietnam against his other body parts. He was in trouble, agony, and with need of help from any adjacent effort. Nothing was in progress according to his needful affinity for reason that the wife awoke, looked at him as he serenade with pain. It was his stomach in

pain and the ultimate prospect the wife could abet with was to witness the groaning man. Along with, there she twirled away her face and slept. Possibly supposing that, men can undergo many things and not so difficult to sustain the issue of painful maw.

Or perhaps was a sign of his nature or need. Who could know? A brainwave only went like a flash in her mind that was a bit mingled with such cut sleep. Apparently it was her vetted time to avoid advantages and utmost difficulties of such hour. She slept devoid of any other feeling. In due course Harun Musumba held his strength, summoning the last comportment in his related manhood and managed to reach the line of his bathrooms. He was even afraid of the mess, but it was not a first throw and as a result it eased the purpose.

Albeit, he walked imprecisely on his return as he impost into his identifiable exertion he was currently left with. Although roughly thrown away, other than it had to be made to be. He never stands a position in made things for him. Anyway at this stage he was halfway bewildered by curiosity in the world he was in. it was 5.10 am and the east was shaving and the last he could do hear off the far end was two competing cries of pullets. Another one adjacently countered and then there was a flow of cock crows as most of the others answered.

Then the optimum he could gather was a smoothly attacking sleep; a nice one and in hundred minutes, he had a woken by his own mare and in sweat float. The creamy cool air was thus brilliant as he felt it placidly sweep across his half sweat hazy face. That face was out of ordinary valour that had given him orders of incompetency gathering into him a declaring desire of diminished feminist. Then again with nature and forces, he suppressed a clandestine mind struggle to be himself. At least here was a fresh and a new daybreak that had nothing to do with last night. He though freely while throwing order on his instinct over hegemony.

At that particular juncture as he defaulted his confusion over his rebelling maw condition that had cut him into invalid speed of improper concentration. In the same leas of confusion he chose deprived of decision to uncurl his knees and with steady. At this juncture man Musumba managed to sit at the age of his bed bar. It was an upgrading he saw himself gaining in his modus operandi as a light

grin wiped his lips. The wife had long struggled with her weight to get the house in order with the ordinary first light errands.

Her core value was to open the exit for the fast complaining fowl and then clean their mess plus the rest of the day‟s stuff. It was including water from the well down the lower lowlands. She could not encounter or come with the last previous hours of last night or even in her instinct reconnect the patterns that her husband had awfully incurred. For her it was past nevertheless to her man mate, was a snappy issue that stood a formal procedure in his future marital status. To him was a blame of ignorance or sort of thing.

Likewise Harun moved prudently to the areas supposed to be a part of his aptness and of course washed his hands. With some secured efforts, he by passed a hand of water across his face and with vigour groomed himself in silent for there was complete reticence. He was on his way to convene the health care and if truth be told, he was voraciously in need of that remedy.

He wanted treatment and at last he got it as Shianda sub county hospital. On his way, he rendezvous with neighbours who busied with trays of ripe bananas on their way to the market centre. All the same to the hospital where tree shelters offer concise sanctuaries to access the sellers desire precluding direct sun against the fruits burn. Otherwise, he was back in the world of activities; lest with little strength. He could tight chaw and access with general actions as he dared to move his two cows in the yard.

That did not mean him to spend hours with their feeding needs but currently be able to zero graze after or within the hours split of the day. He came back home shortly and with difficulty tried some food in the mode of mealtime.

The medicine had worked and his appetite had improved as tea with bananas both sounded delicious. In his first endeavor, it was a fine taste. Prudent enough, he did not want any of his minds to look into his last night‟s adversity. But then, to his courtesy, nobles he felt joyous that he even adjacently engaged his zealot to greet his wife. As gladly she had felt the same when she served tea. She had mildly filled his mug.

Her conversations on marks as well as her placid movements were weight at measure. Ultimately she sat. “You had been away, where did you go when you yanked out of bed for I noticed your absence shortly?” she quothed.

“I took the my animals far in the grazing fields.” He avoided that point of crescent concurrence based on last night‟s issue.

“You are lying, I saw you a distance on my way from the well.” They locked eyes as the husband had swallowed his banana cut bit in a solid lamp. Silence was. Shortly he broke the lock as he darts his eyes in awesome.

“Oh, I wanted some nepia grass and so, was at Malusu‟s place for I had discussed it over before last night. He had agreed with two cuttings and the price. That is why I had to get to him as early as possible prior to other chores, you see?” He had delivered his voice in cadence.

“Another lie, you were in official outfits and not casual ones.”

“Does that exceedingly matter; for there is no consequence with wearing as long as the curiosity encounters the affable choices? I was in such mood anyway, just understand”

“Sorry then, I cannot force you to pass your personal data in details to me. It is always in the custom that a wife is destined to facilitated into the spouse matters, where possibilities allow no interference.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, why?” they exchanged glances, bypassed their silent inner feelings in opposite. One with concealed secret stored into vengeance while the other completely out of the same network.

“In view of the fact that you cannot cut the silage, do you?”

“Only just because of this hill, I know it impedes.” It went like that in silence.

As days went, nights did the same and the heavy wife grew more with weight. It should be next month… oh, maybe next week. No, oh, she thought. It was not the other month but almost certainly next day or jut…. She was not sure by suggestion solely under that zintuli tree day time over her first pregnancy. She

was feeling the kicks of the small Rooney infant toe hits in her womb. It was a winning chase advancing now into twilight and shortly night was calling dark the same time all night callers beginning but to Wivo, no.

She had felt it in silence and had just ignored by bouncing into her woman strength. She had done her cocking and the super was good with the taste of house appetizers, joy included. Kitchen chores too were perfectly done and it was three hours later. The break of her labour pain had entered the timing.

She wobbled side by side; her body was all in one conduct, her jaws beating ravenously with tight pressures. He groan was minimally aloud, then later aloud that her husband turned in his sleep and chewed twice. He slept now contently and half way awake. He slept deep as that was a song in the motto of his patience. Was he in trance or someone had whispered. Now being not sure of his position, he was halfway asleep as he now stayed limpidly awake.

The whistles and cries were in one muffle of a voice that could break into scream any moment. He supposed. The scream now was increasing in the speed of pain. He was not dreaming and she fond for the scream. He thought being not sure. It was his wife and he did not bother as he turned and slept. A deep sleep it was that people say is gathered from the roaming nocturnal beasts during stormy moments.

In four hours after, more hours even, Wivo span like a rocket dancing in pure wince of her branded bore. She was by then dancing in screams all the music she could not be able to tell the singer. But then, pain was the singer she would live not to forget. At five o‟clock in the morning, a baby had burst across the border and now in the new world. The male bouncing voice of the new comer had rapidly awoken the father.

He yanked out bed throwing away his bedding facilities and strode out of the house gearing to the neighbour‟s habitat gasping the way he had not expected. He was the first one to levitate with a hood on the door of Zana Rashid, wife of Siema Abdi.

“Hodi, hodi?” he raised his voice.

“Wait,” came, a female voice. “Am shortly opening the exit, what is the matter? From far your style I can notice some bad news. Can my instinct deceive me smelling predicaments?” The door opened as Abdi in face.

“Come! To come in and I may quickly demand to learn about the hanging dilemma in your early rising eyes.” Siema asked in his wanga vernacular.

“Good morning Abdi, do not worry, no impasse I may ask for the fast and prompt aide from Zena if she is really in.”

“So, it is about your wife Wivo, is something wrong on her?”

“No, she is fine but she has had a baby and needs a woman help.” It did not take a moment as Zena vaulted across them and rushed passed their word. Like Wilunda, she ran the rest of the two farms thwarting and here, she was administering to the baby and the mother in mid wife obsessions. She had eavesdropped on the leading conversation and was to act faster than their sluggish reputations.

She cut the intersections and separated the kid from its mother; pressed the lower womb of the mother and the remains of the tissues poured out the instant. After she had buried the stuff, she came with prowess to arrange for some hot water for them both. In the moment they shared some newly born child stories, Wivo was now limpid with motherly happy.

As Wivo went aside to assemble herself with warm water, Zena was arraying a hot porridge the type of sorghum with both pondered groundnut and cassavas. It was an accepting mingle and deliciously sweet to favour with such like moment. Then the husband came in after neither happy nor misery; but not with his normal mood. Maybe afraid of the family or just apparent detests in stress.

He thought at last not to conger into such situation devoid of a different mood; and so, he cut the corner to the hill. The space was not yet lucid and the hazy air along the maze gave him a dash to mama bima. Two contesting throws gave him a riposte. He had cut the mood by concealing some emotions that normally courts with stress. In return he found the two women contentedly allotment village stories new and old plus now and only majored into childhoods.

He gave Zena some cash for some shopping and took off with his cows. It was a market day and his mind had come with special maybe, extra hypothesis in normalcy. It was Koyonzo in the Friday day of open market with fine weather now as all the vapour for hazy rise had been diminished by the souring sun. So, as the sun climbed the upper hill, he drove his two healthy cows with him having not taken long to pump into the first buyer.

One cow, the male one had gone and with a good price. Shortly the female one and here he was without any cow but with his plans and money. He was joyous of course with no particulars. The neighbor he had rendezvous with had nothing besides him except with the front fact that all follows in the focal of his family appendage. It is that new baby. The old lady cogitated.

However, it had a strange impact in the old brain, she was cynic at the offer of selling two cows at ago was too uncanny and traditionally unusual. It was not school fees, she wondered. They talked at his back and shoulders in low monotony and with half thought at such vise of intellect.

“Is it because of the new baby?” The long chin Solae the elder asked as she twitched her lips to disguise the signal switched to Harun.

“Which baby?” The new comer asked. They turned to glare at Musumba who had previously stood at the far end of the shopping mall. He was ant not even there.

“Maybe or perhaps not, here everything is entirely not interesting.” “Why do you bother with, mwanaa?” The grey hair had asked the next. “Obvious or?” the next said.

“How do you mean it?” The new comer had asked and still unable to come up with.

“Escape? Or I mean quit from normal and it is not new with such reputation in some men who are full blown in the family fear. They call thinking, stress; and that is what I mean.

“They are naturally afraid of thinking and nurtured into many of their latent accessories, the white whisky involved. It is easy to get involved into matter but with decision making none, thus far.”

“Affirmative, other than it is good to see, learn and get hold of the rest. There are some areas in life that are not to be reached in the same situation one says, let it be.”

“You sound with labour of direct conduct in personal certitudes. That means those ones who are valiant in thinking with no shortcuts?”

“No one can enter one‟s mind, Kuka! It cordially goes with the boundary of the latter and the target here is delivering towards one‟s desire. In this few things that can be perceived, I mean evidently with us and those who may be interested to add value on them.”

“What value can you add on someone who has flashed the entire treasury, selling two cows at once devoid of any other minds is void?”

“Say to Musuba that and you will regret with flying colours in this village. Maybe he wants to have a second house, no?”

“It may or not sound so.” Silence flipside as it was at once broken by an uproar of laughter by the three of them.

There, they saw the man they were discussing busy buying clothes and had hired a taxi, motorbike with another object. It was a big box maybe containing shopping worth two solid cows‟ price. They saw it in a dozen mile settable. Of course the boda delivered the money and the shopping that mid day and told the wife in recipient about her husband who is in coming anytime.

Like that it was and the day went as the night did. Harun had never returned to his family and with his secret, plan, in mutual had sent him bought into a bus to Nairobi. Three days later, with those who had seen him in action had with no problematic noticing.

The rumour was at high stake where the next market day was a coughing tell detail as the market title. It was all about a man who sold two cows and ran away escaping his wife with a day born baby. Like that it was until Wivo could no

longer sustain her mutual in the home of Shikondi. The insults her mate had inflicted in her were repetitively uncontrollable measure.

It was in a strange intern even if he had maybe decided to look for an employment to cater for his family. She supposed and in another two year decides not to be the old mukasa’s daughter in-law with close relation. Other than, she was to be halfway in minimal demeanours based on consensus. Their son will grow and of course pass through genuine tradition and customary to know his right in the presence of those who will be there. He was their grandson and zilch will preclude his further acquaintance with them.

She left it there and the next morning, she was able to bypass in decision based on her marital interests within her mind in the same habitat. “Why could you not be able to hold for some time? Maybe my son will soon come. He might have gone to look for some supporting errands in the capital city to help you.” The old man said in contented voice that convinced thus much.

“Yes, my daughter in-law.” The mother had buoy up as she had held her grandson across her laps. The kid had been immersed in the woolen baby kid in warm compassionate.

“I have not deprived of your scheme of tolerances and with your appeal in collateral; but the circumstances can presume normalcy with cross limits abroad. I cannot or I daresay, I have never even thought of aborting my destiny. However, as I said, the length of that mosaic in such like searching desire diminishes choices at once. Apparently, occurs in the presence of the fallen dream. Who can deny rights, but when time comes in contrast gives one a decision where one with personal choices are conquered. Considerably when they are reduced either to stay, to a bid with or abort.” She drove her wish concisely.

“Nothing has gone wrong here but at your age mind to face challenges that heeds your close patient.” The old Shikondi retorted in cadence.

“It is true and virtuous, baba but, a have to stay a while with my parents and I will be back.” She said.

“When do you suggest you can see them?” Mother said.

“Tomorrow, I mean starting from tomorrow to be specific.”

“That will be for your own opt, but to us you have to live to notice that we love you. In this home family, you the great daughter.” Shikondi the old said.

The next morning was chill and flurry as was with the family of the high sky lingered that way. Birds were happy as usual but this time many would sing closer to the thatched roof of the old Shikondi. He had sat beneath his huge tree foliage as he could mildly gather from his old intellects. At once from the ancient circle entrepreneur, he noticed with the habitual that tells about the future by nature even for they live. Insects had gone silent fearing the birds that had given them more of their singing times at night. It was like that with her too in time.

Wivo pocketed her son at the front side of her lower torso, got hold of her purse and her small bag. They were two bags; one on her left and next right both carried with minimal weights. She hiked to the boda stage where she had previously reserved her suitcase. The child in such package would observe his father‟s home for it gave the impression through her chased as the mother glared forward her parents home. It was like this and this to observe their home in such tacit loud for each one belongs. The home was of Laban Osundwa her father.

The wife to the best friend of her, Mrs. Malusu waved heart the far side of the market center. Three crow birds cawed as they landed on the litter at the far end of the super store. Wivo checked with her existing position and nature in divergence. She found herself thrown away with facts in a more frustrating competency because even those birds were only there. Maybe they were in a family or a team of three. Substantiated, she just left it there as the rider had got hold of her handbag and had placed it at the front between the two steering handles.

It was safe and so they left as settled on the price. Safe and sound they had smoothly arrived at her father‟s home. Benignly in lenient hold, she was received with glad hands. She was ultimately happy for that taste of her parents who were also with the same discretion impending. Here she was at home and now stayed as long as she could dare with her parents and was in a epoch of four years as the child crew healthy and stronger.

The name was chosen as his father had not bothered to give one; Chason Olili who after had started schooling. As life went on, the mother of the charming boy had found another man who with his entire endeavors accepted their marital status in any risk and its responsibilities. Here they were. A man had come to ask for a woman at her father‟s place.

“We have a wish to be accredited with your coming in our village young me.” The elder said after he had greeted, maybe mukasa.

“My in-law‟s, and parents, I stand here in all my extreme desire glaring into this penetration which has gathered all my wishes I would make.” It was after he had greeted back. “I am in love with a daughter in this home, my parents, and to you, in-laws. Your sister will be my wife in these tradition balances of formal labour taxations.” He convex head to the knees and gathered a breath as he sat down.

“You are right, of course about our culture and in this case how far would you love a women once despised from love and further abused in her marriage to the point of her husband aborting her. She has been abandoned in a worst scaffold and am concerned, our dear son.” The elder in Islamic hat said. “As a man, you will definitely use that as her weak point on her in every fault.”

“I can represent my colleague here sir. Once someone mentions how one is in love with another, the fountains of their conducts magnets positively as from the old custom. Okay, it is well if I may confirm this in your eyes; our great daughter?”

“Yes, our elder neighbour.” Wivo reacted.

“Do you love that man to be your husband, make you happy and as from the first dream of your youth.”

“Yes and assenting.” She decided enthusiastically as the pressure defaulted out of the tight minds. The answer was genuine and the one they had wanted to hear. She sat.

“Young man?” the father said half curious but to test the measure of seriousness in the two who claims to love one another.

“Yes.”

“I can see you young in manhood, I hope you have never taste this kind of life, could you have not found another girl to marry and solely give up with my daughter?”

“Father In-law, it is deeply impossible; for, if it was, then I and my mates here could have delivered this urge somewhere else as you say. But then, it cannot be otherwise. We have sorrier enough for the past and we no longer adopt any grief for this one pioneers.

“It is so far your say, my dearest husband. The moments for such epoch are by now history and in fact if truth be told I do not know why I had grieved for so long for a blind love.” Wivo said timidly with a related confirmer‟s state of impunity.

“It is enough our sister.” The elder brother, Kweyu said as the other one supported.

“We just want you to be happy as you are born to be and if you can find that happiness and make your mate more pleasing to rejuvenate, we dally to appreciate with that brilliant emotional span of yours. Here we love you here and no one has asked you to find a man who may ruin that love and, err of you in opposite heart. Both of you, we wish you with many happy good returns.” Shisia the third born son said.

The voice murmuring from both sides sheltered Wivo in a great prowess as her husband to be stood a face in vigour. Both locked a hack in sight impressions, and then was a glow of beaming also muffled into the moment joy of their inauguration. Good it was that they felt thus prudent at once. The rendezvous went on as the ultimate talks were hacked by the moment in the price dialogue of the bride. It was done and by the cause of next week, she was married.

The bouncing boy had done his fourth form later after four years. He was healthy, strong and body in form but, as he grew, his mind desired to on purpose why he was living with his uncles. He one day asked this major fact of his, however, in it was a weight in that discussion with his nephew he loved so much. It was Shisia, the senior teacher in Emabole primary school.

“My adorable nephew?” tea time it was in a week after exams. “Yes uncle.” He accepted with a voice in high vitality.

“I am happy with everything here as l mutually accepts that life is good. However, I fail to know what happened to my father, the one biological.”

“He died. Yes him….!” He turned violently to look aside like he had smelt into the worst myth. A click of sorrow of mistrusting face changed at once as he stood and glared far. “I am so sorry, Jomba but you will just take with the intern. Be strong, I hope you are to join collage soon as the results are out.” He smiled as he closed the hard topic that way.

Chason held his chance of being so fast in his mixed inquiry about the most recurring

query that appends to his father. Then the best to be found in the treasure is to be said dead.

He was frightened coming in question if possible he could see his burial area. He suspended shortly the question for the right time. He had no deep feeling about it at his age, but he had noticed that sometimes things happen.

On the market places, they are, at home and even at school where many had dropped out without their periodical consented end. He supposed. However death with no buriel was thus uncanny. He further cogitated always or at one time. To dominate some feelings, he suggested doing some odd jobs here and there on his neighbours. It was a part of good fortune to busy him and shortly the results had been displayed and he had done well. His performances were grating him a chances to college.

Four months later, he had done various jobs here and there and the neighbours in that society liked his services and loved and paid for his piquant activities. A year later he had raised some good money for his plan that was adjacent to his coming into manhood. He was thus sudden and morally motivated in mutual to every vigorous action. He wanted work to start with, and from his brain he would personally save money for college. He resolute to take a risk having seen many of the village men and guys come home for what they called a month recess.

They talked much to him about the city as one of them came from Emusaka and the recent one from Emuhuru market. The last man he could hear from the far villages three river crossings and they had met one the market that was from where he hears his father was born. He was by that time a neighbour to his grandpa Shikondi the village elder. In two weeks time his research was on with targets and he arranged his own things incognito getting organized. His swiftly sneaking plan was on gears the next daybreak. Having resolved to break into risks as a young tuba, he was with an instinct that said with conviction to him that, „a man dies trying.‟ It was in the old adage. It was last evening he was thinking and the night has been thus long for him. The first cockcrow was in the early dawn. As an agitated man he was including and he had gone out prior looking at the pretty sky in the same silence.

The itching of his pester had sent him some solidity in both of his thinking and breathing.

His eyes were sour, his fore head excruciating, and later he had got some sleep in a dynamic wake minds. In another two hours after, it was 5.00am. He likes that hour when he begins the day and he had never known why. In history it was; it was time he was born and maybe he supposed and left it there. Likewise he got himself fixed in a way of grooming himself at once.

CHAPTER 2

Last night he prearranged for short written note pad concision his nephews concerning his decision. Albeit, fear-provoking but it was just like that. He had thanked them, and with qualms, he drove the point abort over his enthusiasms. Shortly he had said an orifice prayer words and here he was on the main road. The east was shaving and the ultimate night formatting was as prudent as the day adjacently cozy up with the hour.

He was and the yellow washes had gathered a wash off in vapour rising caused in natural effectiveness. The alternating silence was in speculative science of nature as the environment also accepted with the universal custom. He was on the stage at the tarred road lined up with street lights. The centered tall security light stand that is circulated with brilliant cups that spit lights was seen near and far for he could be reached by both sky and earth.

All-round it had struck the lights on the ground assembly into the long traveled one from the sky forming a vast demand to observe on everything got the drift. That one unit had potency to torch within the vast market Ekero with enough light that would retrieve into each and every obscured area. The county had managed to save sometime in attempt to safeguard the late closing business services.

That one had encouraged him to see that, there was rapid expansion within the devolutions. In it was his trance he wanted to perceive come bona fide. He has lived desiring to add something to the power of the moving existing of the county efforts. It was by accessing into other basis of the society. He had grown to know how but was extremely determined on his foundations. Not on noble oblige but to extend advantageous tasks.

The five forty five bus had hooted ravenously bursting horns and there he was; ready to step a first move towards his destiny. Someone had given him a theory not philosophical but in terminal analogy. It said, a man of destiny is that who knows where to take it. Maybe that person got it from Professor De Gaulle‟s data. He was counting on its meaning and not research and he was in it.

One step in guardian bus was already a thousand miles. He was dimity and in his drove, was impunity zestfully un-scolded. In which it could not taste exclusive of his enthusiastic mobilized instincts. He therefore sat quiet like ice in water and held as early stage operators had already taken their chances with drunken forces into the stage noises.

They never noticed their frustrations on passengers but to them noise was a music that is paid for. It was 6.20am and the reddening east was gathering into a red glob gradually emerging somberly rolling into the sloppy face of the west skies. Apparently the sky had reported the accessories into an eye coming prior that was to rule for the day as there was no match schedule with clouds. Some clouds were maybe for practice but not those that would hinder with the progress in the formal of nature.

Such automatic functions were dynamic in great blessings for those who would fascinate the maker of universe. As gratuity, birds as heard were hullabaloo, pullets had vied, cows had mocked silence but definite and now the

running engine too was. It was roaring as the presence of all those praises goes to God. Olili had become aware of the small variances in nature and he thanked God for showing him how to account for such personal giving thanks.

Between the speeds of his interest, he was uxorious, perhaps frantic enough to break into his world no matter how precarious it would be. He had learned something about life and in it nothing escapes the truth. What goes around comes around. He supposed. Soon or sooner he will learn much enough about his said dead father. He left it there as the bus conductor announced the departure schedule accessories. In its where utmost was to recheck the safety belts.

Shortly it was and he alerted his superior by pressing the red key. It was dispersedly fixed at the upper door wall. A small metallic silent moth like object and if not with the red spot at its face seems not being there. So, off the bus drove as the ears gathered with speed. On his view, zilch was new and old because at his sight through the window were vegetations as they flew a flip athwart the windscreen. Electric poles also inclusive slaved like that windy.

However, after Gilgil on him the awesome to him were game animals in the so called Tom link Park; the old name, Lord Delemare game reserve. A deer would cross or be seen in teams reluctant in the mushroomed shrubs of the throng. In the slid were also the pepper salted Zebras with glittering strips in the mid day sun. They were heaped as well in groups of five and overcrowded.

He was interested in his succinct adventure and so, he had to drive his eyes far. Far meant for a thousand miles eye travel in short for it was a narrow field in swampy scattered shrubs. The main desert resistant plants with only giraffe feeding plants were the Acacia abescinicas. Far past the shrub throng were escarpments and ever blue in descending hills as valleys between tapering in landscape. To him was so good that he admired a tour trip one time in those areas of the county.

Down town to Nakuru was a smooth drive as the highway was now broadly bordered into huge umbrella trees. The tall and with foliage side the driveway were Acacia zanzlopere. They held a wild scenario that could shelter across link to the most zealous traveler like himself. He was in the vein of new comers in both occasions if precise in lives of job seeking as now a stranger in the capital

city. It was prudent to feel the curiosity tantamount thus adorable in a strong mingle.

Here the bus took long on the stage as passengers got along with needs of relief here and there. It was on Nakuru county bus stop just a turn from the highway. It was free and in his opinion decided to have some tea and biscuits in his place of interest. Shortly the inflowing process of safety belts was again emitting allowing them a thorough drive off. The time was 12.30pm as well as other bus buses had driven away chewing their time schedule.

Olili observed himself as a complete stranger in the city after their bus had lastly landed on the main terminus Machakos bus stop. It was the capital city of Kenya Nairobi. He could glance at the tall storey, the throng jungle of buses, people in crowds and with so many activities. They talked movements a lot, as brokers of travelers at large encouraged the noise a greater issue. Hawker of this and that in items could never abort provoking shoulders for just one to give impression even if not enthralled.

The city survivors were on foot with at least something even some things others could do at their home county market and convenient were in the first duty in the mild minds of the city hustlers. That was the capital city of his country and was the core of many tricks in action; being a cosmopolitan home of all Kenyans and guests. He was the initial admirer of all after a long hearing of many tells and styles.

He had started counting on varies aspects of the same city by inquiring somehow about the central bus stop they call tusker. He was told it was up. For did not know where up is but could not vacillate for he has no idea of giving up. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, ntake thant roand afnter thant ncrew you ncan see. Nthen on nthe nzmbra ncrossing sntop and wantch the ncar. Nthey will ncut nquickly a ncross nto nthe onther sinde. You undersntand?”

“Yes I do.”

“Njust waint for nthe ntraffic nto vlow and show a ngreen mperson and you ncan hurry to ncross. If early if ambout fifnty senconds.” The man who identified himself as Kioko said.

“thanks a lot. You have been of great help.” Olili said.

“ngood luck and wantch ount.” They left each other as Olili did the same towing his hikes to town commercial. The time was closing into 1.30pm when he has stopped at the bus turn point tusker. He waited for the bus and it came the city chopper full and not full; he entered. It was number forty six; the one serving the most populated slum in the city Kawangware.

His mind did not give up with his opted risk because he was sure by noticing that he had safely reached the city of Nairobi. Albeit with no vivid decision particularly where to and who would shelter him. So, with the startled of the desired issues, was that that appends on the strangers. On him was with money in sun yes but not sure that it will carter him at which furthest need.

He remained patient as the mini bus stops from one stage to another. Along the valley road, he had seen the paramount hotel Serena head locking with Nyayo house cohering with Uhuru Park. It was in his ultimate glare and now as other alighted others entered that way and that way until the end. It had stopped after Harlingham and he had seen Nairobi hospital and seen Yaya center and had seen valley arcade shopping center. Now was here at Congo.

It was the mouth slum point he had at once alighted and here he was entirely inquiring a place he could find people based on his portrayal. The first and easy found was a shoe repairman sitting beneath a short tree. He was unenthusiastic maybe because of the hangovers or hell…he did not count. He was at once directed by one man given to him by his fixed shoe repairman. The cost for such hustle was only a tin of bussaa.

He was given and as Olili was on his way to pay, here on his shoulder was his new comrade. He had got another friend now they were two as he paid his bill. He shortly recognize the new comer having once seen him on the market of his grandpa; but could not be sure. He relaxed as he could not follow too much of the lost acquaintance with as he had been told to hold the hose by his counterpart. The new men to him shared the drink as he hassle-free.

He was timid with mind free driven enthusiasm full of amicable desires. The affinity excels his guts dipping plummeting an answer that, here he will not loose. It was. Shortly the third man came as they bypassed greetings at each other; him inclusive as the present comer was alerted. He spoke his native language Wanga from north as shortly they became familiar with one another. He added them some beer in the name of busaa. Then was another and as the latest comer had seen the flow, he called him aside. They talked.

The deal was in the hook for the reason was that, the month was old. The moon was not in the sky and so they had become friends. They may as well stay together for he was alone. Harun Musumba was his name and Chason Olili was now his young new friend from the village. Since blood is thicker than water, their bond accepted ones hug in blood none could tell. They had left the busaa slum as the sellers were doing so while buyers floated in gradually more.

It was time for the returners from various errands having accomplished duties here and there. It was 3.30pm as the two of them had arrived in the keto of the new man Musumba. No one knew each other more than in that distance clan rim acquaintances with. But then fair was oft. The simplest Olili could acknowledge within that relation was the utmost reception which was only his pain in cynic. He knew it was in the shadow of the cornered month. He knew, he will offer a lot for the reception but his burning desire was to see into his gist for he was able to fit the web side of the city dwellers. They had entered the keto and welcome was where the lifestyle would only agree with for the force was of nature. Ofcourse he had already previewed the scene pool in the presence. The man Musumba had hurried to get some two cups of the steaming coffee and placidly had landed in the last story. They had through gone into introduction, a relative to Olili‟s grandma as he said.

“I was those sides at the age of eight to ten years and even during my relatives struggle to succeed with their suggestion concerning my academic solutions. I daresay, from there. I failed to accept and I disappeared back home. Ten miles away and was a four to three valley crossings. In those valleys were rivers with gentle flows. To mind I used to enjoy all the time seeing the rigid fight between rocks and the flowing waters. They make noises none of them would charge one. But then they used to make learn something.”

“Oh! I have been in those areas and they are magically attractive. With me, I only enjoyed the two eagles that fly and ever sited on those funny rocks. Me and some boys at the age of handsome adolescent got pleasure from the swimming, albeit the tale over is the far, east.”

“Crocodiles?” “Yes. You know?” “Of course!”

“Had you been a great swimmer?”

“Affirmative and one of my age mates lost a hand at one time when we saved him from the crocodile attacks.”

“Oho, that sounds great.” They drank the sweet coffee and soon relaxed as Musumba gave the visitor a brief lecture over the city life.

It was good and nice for Chason to learn the combated blurs of the slum that let to all those people who fears thinking. They say thinking is stress in their fairly nominal struggle in that life in continued existence. It did not perturb him for he understands the same as it recurred several times about them as if they as well fear change.

The next day were fine and the rest too concerning the slurred situation on Harun in the keto who at such times last month was a jetsam, event? Now there was a friend with cash and they will at least cut the question of the last meal to the end of some unknown duration. Musumba thought as he towed his way to Keleleshwa. He does his odds there. The odd job they called mujengo, the one that was easy to get or to find but now with a lot of intricacy due to the escalating common people.

He just left such feelings that way had come. There was no literal answer on it but good to set it free. Olili on his side had inhabited severity with his gratification in his burning zests that enclosed into A-Z. It was like to concede a point of valour in a dozen to nineteen beneath his nicely formatted gut stream. It was now a weekend and last night Harun had not surfaced out from his work. Olili had no proper reason why; but just felt easily driven by his own

substantiations. He wants work. Anyway, was something to begin with as far as his mind would settle with something in his pocket? Not only a bit but money to motivate his wishes based on personal consciences.

He had not heard of anything else or seen the so called friend of Harun. Male or female in in their general flow of asking one in frequent zests of course as his mind registered at once. He dredged up the team having their weekly wages and here was a strange festivity in the busaa club with augmented number. The sellers like Julia and Lea had had storage of cash now under their bulky aprons.

The lower of their pockets are sweating with cash. They wore green colour and the pockets had seen a bulk of coins that turns into noted in due course. Olili supposed. It was around 3.00pm with related sun of the bright month of September having concocted the sky with a natural amicability. Limpid the weather was and here in this place the air was mingled with slums litter perfumes. At this point was an amazing odour, the next point, fine and the next other one.

Here and there were various scores of smell in that Congo most occupied slum after the one referred to as Kanungaka, popularly Stage two. Now the new young man in the city stretched a tow trekked along the soon intersecting tarred road from Gadina village. He had no feeling but with an adjacent view in his intellect; the instinct labeling a plus. That one was indicating to him that at any time in his unexpected desires might run into any of his unfeigned relative.

The one from his most village for they were many there but the city had many places that hosted all that lived in. shortly he suspended that idea devoid of any feeling. His feminine assessment was caught in the crowded sippers of busaa in Congo. With aim for he never drinks or smokes rigidly hiked with assuring and significant stomps alone but with the most reposed potency. It was from his hopeful faith genuinely.

Consequently, he was not alone in mind and heart. Harun should be there as he could suggest in his own contemplations. Apparently, he was for it was long to cover the nose to the chaw distance to reach Julia and Lea‟s place. Their favourite place it was, and in his mind the first day they received each other, was

there. It all called in the saga of old adage, „no cow will leave free the home grass without a single bite.‟ No matter how full it is; that was the mother‟s pot.

It was the first place at the far end of the climbing road with several crisscrossing mazes and next to J$L was mama Ester‟s club. He learns by heart and he will not get lost. The club was full even the yard and it was selling. The steamy boiling place had run muffling rise in the air as the tunnel around were bubbling with stagnant mixes of busaa remains plus water and the yeast residues. It was another brewing vassal for ojuu insects, vuyenji.

Who could care for a passing sanitizing but a tin of busaa does and the tunnels are clean today and tomorrow not. Any measure of this and that was adequate to repair that small unison reunion in good stench. It was in people with analogous inclinations as it was openly a place with everything that relates to brews.

Through the window Chason had peered and seen his mate Musumba. Olili had never given such impression on him with amazing glows in his bounty. Now he was. As seen, the table was fully lined with larger tins they called korokoro with meandering straw spaghettis. They were held and sucked intensively. On both rows, were sited men to women all attacking the well boiled grain stew with the passing through straws in the source of their refill.

Each turn in that and that team ordered; the next and the other next were. He saw the labour and here a part of his notes would be added. His adventure had to precise his returns in the man Harun. Women had surrounded him shoulder to another with no nicely that way in both ear and eye perceiving. They were the same that comes and go most often in the keto. Whether they get their man or not lingers coming in question as if they have had nowhere else they would extend their purposes. „People have no thought over something else, God!‟ Chason had once supposed.

The time now was in the western block and all the shadows completely bend. Olili had felt the sun beneath his waist now emphatic to time lenience. The exit to the club was on front and next rear. The front one was the one facing the west and the yellowing sun had freely thrown fingers through the slow growing eucalyptus trees. The glass windows glittered with the sun focus aggravations front face.

All his concentrations had been absorbed by the inside events. There was music. Quitter man, drumist with next was the bearing hit man and a song leader. The said drum as he saw was a large plastic tin roughly twenty litters in vibration. The bottom was chopped of and freely inverted with the surface bitten by a stick. In mishmash with other, funny enough were music and dancers were on side.

Adjacent was that that supported the base voice only boomed by plain hand beat with other several devices that coloured the music for syrupiness. Manyanga was a plus, fanta bottle scratched by the nail, not any nail but the six inch type was perfect. The band master was Shem Khanyonyi. With his slow looking face, he could not compete with his fingers; perhaps all the speed on his natural traits had descended into his fingers.

At first it was quiet that Chason had not noticed the music part. Now at once someone had been frenzied by a concise rub maybe testing one. The tone was found and the eagle clews of Shem twang into the instant test completed by the drum and visili. Five seconds was not much for the utmost zestiest heedful music hustlers mobilized into team of everything. Male and female was people who take it from favours; for, music to them was the first hors d’oeuvre in their contiguous formal.

The song was of Luhia text that informed the rest of their choices; likes of Harun Musumba. Olili supposed unfeelingly but making sense with that song. It fitted his lost father if not dead but he was not convinced whether he could get annoyed, or grief for the rest. He left it there.

Nairobi khwaitza khulia kooe, emitura nende vilenj, navo vana khalekha ino goii, valumwanga need inzala… tagoreti kijinjio goii…… and so on et-cetera.

Then another and another in good flow of the voice like that of the county singer Emanuel Musindi with that hierarchy of Isindu vocal. Then one was a bid charming that sent all men and women beyond sane. They twitched heads and shoulder sending even others squeeze with hardness in the crowed like screw

driven. Others held another in close embrace as those who could struggle to talk would only force their vocals into drunkard tones.

The women could only try two words in dying eye voices, here and after could mutual a relax on their men shoulders. It was a congested film that contained a life full of many things. No one had quarreled one anther but peace of sharing the busaa was like muyayano the peace laminating salve. The beer drinking was the only havoc intake. Five solid songs had lessen the desiring aviation in the all caring drinkers. Completely but not lastly had custom-built their craving of the drinking cults in that world of no blame.

But then, it was blame in the end of the month; even those who goes with the weekly budged held a flow in the formal. The custom was of a farfetched item in the sacred of drinking duties.

Now the music had chewed some of the time sending it to linger with little to twilight as Chason had given impression with his natural plainness. Yet none in that club had stirred to break off towards home. Instead were three other new comers who had just arrived.

There it was as the upper ceiling bulb had lit glittered on the face of the man wearing dark goggles. He was seen tall and rough looking perhaps drunk or hell for they sides many things. Behind him was anther whose pulled cap was the far range to his nose. The other one was with a lost hand, short and rough hairs, maybe brother Ndombi who lost that hand in a funny way like free to his brother.

Those were three different creatures that had increased a double mind in tribulations of Chason concentration. He was not sure of his verdicts, but close to his observations, no cynic, those were bad boys. He had noticed and was to be keen and at least taking two to three sentences in his text. He observed and had absorbed then. Their movements are the strangest in the style of magicians in the field with diverse aspire. The calm of their uncanny had gathered incompetency within the going on reunion.

They were standing a position to be either thugs that gave up for all or the worst ones that fond for fighting to spoil the unity. They befit. He supposed. He was nearing to abort the feeling when one old man threw all his beer down throat as

his eyes maybe pleaded for nothing. According to Olili who had cut eyes to the old man, noticed some insignificant to be, that alerted him too.

CHAPTER 3

The elder had cuffed the tin on the floor base; to be seen was standing on Olili opposite on the same corridor. Therefore, he left as he asked for a favour from the young man who was Olili to quit if possible at the utmost. The troubled Boaz Angogo had arrived and he is imagery to an assassin. He did not add anymore as he walked shoulder eye for maybe his safety or to see if Chason left.

Olili did not question but determined to embrace with the situation for the reason was that, others were and the crew inside had never even perturbed. He was like in school; maybe studying Orientals and that did not bother him. In it he had seen such brutal creatures who lost consistently to the earth their optimum moments. He knew then only they were cowards driven by greedy awful emotions which could not be categorized.

There was none of their reputation in classes found in any academic craterous as well known with their world always with delinquents. As well as with was practical of village terror formals. They were abridged in the cheap village thugs they had turned into with a triumphant where they would frighten.

They only exercise such repute because their native people within and as losers, they exaggerated tactics only to get along with free things. People have ever lived for good things through straggles while others only use their little force to get them. In the same world, Chason was eye enjoying the kind of life most of the lean takes pleasure in more. More mean behaviour that had set them tired of it and still they had concealed their feelings in drinks.

He nodded and made a point on his research thesis. It was so. He felt blind yet he could properly and he did not let go. Even though the kind of joy in the lineage was thus embarrassing than ever thought now, was worse than he felt in the story of his lost father. Did he die because of this kind of life or what? He wondered. With that he supposed with obvious consistency between getting lost and maybe death to him that means the same as that life. Now here people are completely alive with dead activities.

Harun Musumba was the real best example in his primary data. He supposed and left it there with the world of people. He was in a hard world not at all ready to hamper with the world of people for it does not fit him apparently. He was thinking. It was in his mind that competed with such choices evaluated to the activities of people contained by in both minds. In physical, equally were, and seen in self appropriate.

That mix had not given him to notice his being in the capital city but only a true stranger. The smell inside the club could sent away flies as the worst was for both steaming beer in body and smoking. Some were clean and some dirtier among those starved to the far end of normal.

To those inside, it was quite normal that even drinking was an added favour. The only person who could vomit to the tilt was that Olili. He would not afford a drink in such places that were jam-packed that far to the nose neck. Now it was a complete swam of insects that flock after the first two days of the coming lost storm. The black gang Mamonyio, some with wings, same necked and with an absurd abdomen. He had thought with decorum but timid.

His facility in that club was that Harun who was not even known him being present since the day before yesterday. Now to his best wish, Harun had rose to maybe to download or resending maybe in fear of those new comers in likes of those they call all names. They had long stood at the wall and lit cigarettes not specific for their ultimate time ostensibly had not spaced on any particular impact spelling on any normal reason of them being there.

Only smoking in the club was not an adding advantage as plainly their thin tubs glowed at every puff as the smoke vanished in the mix. He had something to add on his notes; that Olili. Or else maybe they might be holding for their time and now it was 7.30pm; an hour free slashed out of their competence. Olili kept an eye on his facility Harun with close measures.

Harun had not seen him and at their place of bathroom, just across the curving black way threading the club wall. It was a place obscured by the body dropouts and with obnoxious stink. The next man Olili does not know merged him a side with his own words in drunkard words that had no blame on ones storage. Maybe natural habits too eliminaterious or extended punishment that is

controlled by drinks towed out of people‟s minds. That did not worry Chason for he had seen people of such in nature.

Harun had not responded to his cabbalistic phrases but wobbled backward as he tugged his zip up. He was in position and the struggle had to begin. He summoned some of the fresh strength he could manage and slowly walked out of his own Alcatraz in fight of imprecise movements. The urinal place was just a jar and a side outside delimited by shrubs and free for there was no restriction or law in hours of that kind.

No one feels absurd on such resorts for the reason that such indications are based on the lineage of a sudden relation and thoroughly familiarized. Their company a texture and almost consensus with some council of delicate sanctions in such normalcy. They are never split by anything than un-fitful concern that falls in that society of Boaz and his said fat headed goons. Chason flipped into every step behind Harun who could not afford jurisdiction over his weight and the war force of busaa in his own nerves.

The grieving Olili stood steps away from his back and saw him fail completely. He fell by landing down base searching in the ditch for he could not manage to cross. He could only calculate to add on his instinctive face book that such kind of life being not new to him Harun and his inclination inclusive.

The amazing was in his instant snoring within the second of his thud on the base. Then he was ingested by the prompt affront driven in his mind being now home in the house with a gratis restful desire. It was in his instinctive whisper giving him that he was in his keto. He had been deficiently assailed by alcohol. Three of his friends came passed him, saw him and as if he had done well to be there, they left him. In low tones they spoke words he could not hear but to Olili, it was a mock.

They were insufficient words that were not in any society of amiable to same. Olili saw it at once as his quickest brain deciphered a flash in their insolent souls and maybe the one who puts them in a hole. He was still wondering how those guys had not along while not been in a full share in piquant sips. Or was it a mere drive to seduce the provider for the reason being that, it was Harun who had done several ordering than the rest. He did not think anymore of it.

His interest was gearing to venerate the core of such events through action prior to the time wasted. It was looming the beginners of early appalling boys on the street. Here had come another young man of his age and like him not drunkard and not sober despite that Olili had drunken activities generally. That was Amos Matombole. He never lives by his but struggles to make it right in life. He sight on the snoring feature of a deadly slept log and noticed the presence of his neighbor.

To him Amos, it was the usual games those guys indulge and he had never been in any way unassuming to them in one way towards the other. He plucked Harun from the ground and awoken him with hard words. “It is me, wake up and let us get out of here.”

“Her… whe…r…tis …in ma…house?” he even was unable to finish each word.

Then Chason stepped in from a side walk; as he had seen Amos who in several occasions noticed the two of them in succinct talks and that was all. They were neighbours; albeit Olili had not paid much close interest to be in fast acquaintance with Amos. He Amos woke up early and comes in very late. So, as he thought, they say a rural rooster never crows in town; yet all pullets that are in the city come from rural areas. He had vetoed the metaphor.

“Hay Amos, it is me the guy who stays with this man since or let me put it right, few days ago. I hope you can recognize me?”

“Of course I can and please let us take this luggage home and there we can be able to talk more. You have no idea how in the next forty minutes how this place will smell. Hold the other side and might we walk faster to save the rest.” Amos said. He is ever alleviating in his personality.

“It is alright.” They towed their way towards the keto almost five hundred meters walk. They did of course. “These men have special and uncanny demeanors in this city. Now see, these are the upshots of drinking cloud to earth.” Olili said as the snoring Musumba lay safe on his bed.

“Seemingly some of these flocks assume the usefulness of time and such brew. It does not value nor does not either relate than in the special offer is found

a cause in loss of lives. That team in the club at this hour will wear into their woof‟s true skin and are killers for little money and when I talked of the time nearing that corner, I was more than sure of the consequence.” He said.

“It is trivial to share danger with comfort of course.”

“That is true, but with this flock, un-gaining. They want both in order to maybe make history.”

“What history kind of will be in this sort of reputation conceive, if not colourd confrontations and likes of unpremeditated ends. This is not a good gage of utility in ones formal imagery. There has never been an episode transfigured unless someone would.”

“That is proper but tolerance is a taboo in already titanic sanctions of sudden tractions towards endless trips of this likes. Women, beer and food are not stranger in the city, good lily boy.”

“Have they, ever unraved or known the way to?” “Who, these likes or?”

“Yes, then the ones who cause unlawful damages likes the one I heard of Boaz Angogo and his dirty teeth thugs. If you have never seen an attacking warthog see it in those teeth. ”

“How did you know these deadly creatures about? You have not, I pleat seen him in action. The said brown teeth you talk of are the symptom sensor that ignites him into tiger anger. Once he removes those goggles, the mono eyes delve into rapid actions and there he would stub someone to death. He does not know how to keep patience. He has been in jail recently and now I can see how his angels of the obscured world offer them harder fights to take them back there. He has given sanctimonious woof walks.” Amos said. “They are boors and he lost that eye as well as the mono handed in such events. So, they cannot forget the source.”

They talked a lot touching this and that topic until late after the repasts. Olili had found the first foremost unctuous friend and he was happy. Ultimately they parted as he prearranged his place and slept. It was not longer than after he had

said his thanks giving to his heartedly provider was a knock at the door. He cogitated it to be Amos perhaps having mislaid his matchbox and was in need of assistance. It was not like that and not him either.

As he responded to the caller, he flabbergasted to hear a woman voice such hour and utmost to him, familiar. It was to him like the specter of the crazy virus of proportion had spread in the city with a whisper. Anyway, it was his night from twilight and he had genuinely accepted it with all the research in it. They cannot be in their literal positions.

The voice titer had preceded the latter in introduction but more than once or twice heard as she had twice called in without entering. Now she was and maybe she had dated a man who was a thousand miles away from the earth and sea. It is not in his traduce and so, Olili had not spoken beyond his welcome.

“Is Harun in?”

“Yes, he is and asleep. Besides, he is not well.”

“How worse unwell is he?” she asked, curiosity open, eyes explosive and generally her face scenic in a simple way.

“I do not know how to access drunkard in ratios of sober called into.” He lingered prevaricated.

“Okay, let me sleep. I will take care of it in the daybreak.

“Go ahead then. I have no further position beyond that. Goodnight.” He paused and silently propped himself.

He woke up at seven only to find no one else in the keto. He concisely lay prone as he gathered between his night‟s mares and now pieces of words he had heard from Amos and the woman. He had to get some casual work than getting bored. Besides, his treasure had dripped a bit having learned how to keep him in position. People like Harun never eat direct in their keto as called; hitherto, from Saturday and the Friday nights Musumba had known how that young man had done to survive.

Now he had just left without any coin left for him to cut into his worst nearing state of affairs. As a stranger in the capital city, a new comer and in such

condition was too in prong to pledge a proxy with but, was there under risk. Sometimes he had vowed not to fear the reason being that in him, risk was ten percent less brawny than the greatest strength allowed by its low. With hope and faith in it was ascertained of course.

Two weeks later, his all money had been spent on food and the provider of acomdation had only kept mum. He comes late and sleep. Then at sunrise, he breaks off or they come in, him with his women only to disturb someone who had not even eaten and wondering if again may miss sleep. It was not gaining or a bad gain in that case. Harun had started to use him for a bad purpose. He came to recur on the book he learned about recently, no pain no gain no tears. He went askance but full for he never fails to notice the way to gain.

The next day before Harun had come, he had been called by Amos for some viands in his keto quite adjacent. So, they felt mirth in their juvenile company. Still Harun had not come. Olili had tried to inquire in talks how he could be able to get some work with Amos. He Amos only knows little about such chances that were and not at the same time.

Amos was a clever boy in school but due to lack of fees could not and in that force he left school earlier. His biological father had married another woman and shortly after, he had to enter his third form. Then that was his final chance and his dream shuddered like that. For a dream, sure it never leaves anyone, even if shuddered to what level. As they had talked, Olili had narrowed some good advantageous break through into the same as he mildly advised Amos.

He consistently urged him to continue with learning as there was a way and it was to proceed with free adult education on secondary level. It was beneath county solution and they had agreed together. It was thus of good quality for Amos had granted to rejoin the studies and complete his fourth form for his certificate. He may gain a scholarship later for higher studies in collage and that was his trance; had been his dream.

Olili came to see how life needs struggle in as much no one once born will force way back in the womb. With Amos, primal and his features, both had a chance but Chason , dream does not temporary knock downs. Amos had taken the very sudden steps and at last although with powered risks always; however it

keeps him moving. He never takes drugs but he sells the rolls to those he had not insisted to use. Now he had gotten a way, all along but now shortening.

He has his own customers and passengers in that rail who takes a ride in that particular street. Olili had heard all these and had only thought that every river on earth has its snake that goes with its flow. Amos had parents and of course in the city, his father works with an Indian company in the city center. They so, sale and manufacture bathroom accessories in material and facilities that carters the entire length in it. On his side Olili only hears things about fathers and so. Here he was and found his position in his future plans more approving.

In everyday, he crosses into a challenge and newly giving him a lesson to the next and next. He knew his way and he had every vivid lurch to consider himself present. Amos did not see any vicious circle in his way forward but prayed that he may conger the way reaching him in the Promised Land. He knew it was to be there despite with the fact that he had not began a step one on.

Meaning to built a New Jerusalem after those walls of hindrance, he had to put in a slip about on what he felt would be affair way of his classified profiles. With that, he had put forward with him an idea. The distance he had not forgotten but to him he counted it near and ultra nearest now that he could feel it.

In the same case it was now a game which to Olili was to play his own way but to be directed by his request to involve God. He had never said boo to the goose whether life or dead. He was in a vivid imagination and to prove that, last night Harun had come with three drunkard women and had forcibly inflicted him to choose one of them who would keep him company. That night Amos had not surfaced and the day before, so Olili was not sure whether or not been jailed for the reason he stays on that edge daily.

So, by denying that offer, all his beddings were snatched from him given to the two laughing women. He had no other option in his nearest emotion to find a place he could sleep for the rest of the night. The time was 12.13 midnight; already morning. The hour in his mind was far but with time, a glory for it comes from God. Conversely, Harun and his women were using their hourly advantages but their time was not there. With God it is known that time is only given to one in need and with interest that befits the same.

He cut the knob of qualms and enters the neighbour bathroom having no ado. It was warm as he shut the door and sat on a point of his knees close was his chin. He was with impunity. It was after his saying of a silent prayer as he waited for the speckled sleep to come if at all it will. It miraculously happened thus quickly for his totem delivered a hand of guidance from his mystery as dawn broke. The east shaved with a smile. It was clearly five o‟clock and with his memory, that hour had ever left him a meaning.

He uncurled and made himself a cartoonist acrobatic standing press up rib by rib. He was fit. His hard-boiled knees as he could throw them to stretch eased the numbness and could walk as he felt limpid in three to four steps. With vigour, he animatedly sneaked away before anyone could get traumatized over him into such mocking lifestyle. At five thirty, he had walked across Gadina shopping center and forward he was heading for Mosongari.

He had at one time walked those areas and on his venturing to know the neighbor areas is now he was once more with personal allegation. It was now five weeks if he could recur and still a stranger in the city. On the way or mazy cut athwart to Musongari estate was a bridge, wooden one made for a short cross the two river banks. That was the silent Nairobi river the far south; the one that helps the Kangemi valley and far to Kino with irrigations. Those sweet vegetables in the city come from that blameless that passes across the capital city.

Yams and vegetables, bananas and some fruits are the products of that noiseless river. That silence astonishes at large for no one would predict the cause for there was stones and the ever quarrel was not. The old would say in adage maybe was because the river passes across the city and for that reason, it had to respect it mildness. That was left there in Olili‟s contemplations. The coming in guards and the rush rushes of the interchanging held duties on their faces.

However, with the young man Olili, his mind had stopped; so, to a wake it, he had splashed his face three strips of cold water. Now to this juncture he was genuinely a wake as the sparrow on the early wake baby face. Nothing puzzles God! He supposed as he had opened through the gash walk that cuts into church

road. He was not sure, but it was coming into a day and the east was becoming with a new infant face.

In that being not certain, his imagery believed having seen a familiar figure. One man out of men who he was schooling with in high school in deferent stream in St. Paul Lubinu boys. Other than, he could not by then help with the situation. It was lack of school fees that had spanned the mate unsuccessful to his exams. It was for sure Douk Lanek locally called Lwangu. However, he was still determined or not.

There has lived to be night mares, but now was a morning mare of course to him was only truth at 6.05am. The red glob had magnificently shot with the milk as the yellow was cleared showing there was no match schedule between clouds and the sun. The washes had to clear the universe for the wining sun. Finches never stop laughing and singing was their motto while rejoicing their contentment in the new day predominantly such hours.

They always feel great in new things like a new day and now here, were more than joyful than Olili who had also slept out sharing the same night. Them up the tree and him down on the base and all God‟s. He felt this and ecstasy replenished the effects of the ultimate felt last night with pouncing benevolence of the most high identical to his heart beat. They were closing as they had not met in hand shake. Here they are, eyes twitching in sleepy smile.

“If I cannot share my bread with a hanging monkey on a slippery tree, am definitely seeing marvelous. It is you in the city morning glory lovely lapis lazuli; it is uncanny and utmost one of the strangest to call you a total stranger in the city.” Douk said in a tight embrace.

The hug was too hard to cut across but time was their password. “Yes, only if you can agree, because already you have the bread and with a veracious monkey, it will not take a long moment to share that loaf. Since you are in the same forest, you are also on the slippery grounds. The base that holds the slipper stems too.” Here they laughs shoulder shake.

“Let us walk, I hope, to heaven you are fine but I can judge a bid slowly your eyes in one moment.”

“Did you talk of the slippery thing, I hope?”

“Yes I did, and just forget it that way. Where are you heading?” “Me?”

“Who else; yes, why?”

“This way, and nowhere in particular but maybe somewhere, God knows.” Silence.

The quiescence was broken violently through by Olili. “Douk, did you for these five years succeeded to pursue your academic continuation higher than, I daresay by implicating your fourth form?”

“Oh…” he smiled. “You still have that good wish for me? Thanks in a bundle my dear blue copper and I assure you; God‟s plans are thus strange. We can be strangers anywhere, but not to him. I therefore, have a hope no matter how long it takes. These new systems of a cachet with the county formal procedure are posed into adult schoolings.

CHAPTER 4

With my hope I desire to take any chance to acquire the certificate by struggling into that adult studies. I have not grown old with it and I have a purpose.”

“Good thought quail eyes professor. I wish you specially selected luck for with the present system, all certificates are the same but with different performances.” Silence. “I had discussed the same recently with my friend and I feel he has started with the process adoring with prowess.

“I always trust your decisions. You call somebody‟s bluff. I believe most of the time and recently I have a thought about you. Only asking about you, feeling towards what they say a man‟s try. Anyway, it was with no calcify approval because of my position yet. I just left it there and now it is best that we bypass our elbows on another field. I have grown into faith and hope dear Avanti.”

“The old one you know! I have never lost too.” They substituted glances like similarly but in unison and kept in quiescence smiles.

“Douk talked a hay heap after breaking into the silence; word was after word as Chason recalled into the prayer he had managed to say last night. It had recurred informingly in several times he felt its meaning. Now was hearing, possibly in his intellect. He broke the knob, the courteous knob to be extreme and he asked Luangu after a short silence I a chance that he had desired shortly.

“Listen Douk, this prayer I prayed last night and it still recurs in my mind soul respectively.”

“Which prayer, can I just hear it? Maybe it can occur to being a part of it or tantamount for God is one in different spiritual performances.”

“Yes, you can, with a wonderful prayer like that one…” He said it in cadence:

„Lord helps me cut loose from the bondage of things. Let me not squander my life on my own selfish pleasure and goals. Help me to bring all my appetite under your control. Make me remember am a pilgrimage down below not a settler; make me understand that am not a fun but your follower most high and all this hour deliver me from the bondage of the fear of any outcome. Help me kindly to look forward with precious anticipation, to my moment of my ultimate healing. I desire to get a job ant not only a job most high, a good job that will keep me in position to raise a part of my possibility to the church chores. Amen.‟

“Wau! Look, it is wonderful and I have no idea how marvelous God does his things.” He removed a paper from his pocket and unfolded it. It was with exact prayer he had said. They locked eyes and kept silent maybe meditating or just astonished. They were nearly afraid that God maybe was staging to punish their inflictors for it was not a secret.

Five years ago they parted in different reasons from school as Olili continued. Now they meet in the same prayer testimony. They of course understood their status in God‟s femininity and at this stage they left it just there. It was apparently a misty daybreak and that prudent prayer could not leave them freeing soul mind.

Like now; hemisphere alternates, the chilling grey sky sub milled in a way of gathering medium cold wind and the cooled by the vibrant coulors of cloudy sky islands. The match had been on and schedule counseled and in position clouds were dispatching their players in that uniform. The sun persisted in the rays giving life to the field and declined to resign up to the approach of sunshine had won the points. Its, fun earth had shown with pleasure that had to cause limpid changes that daybreak.

The two colleagues had stayed far apart within the present arrival of Olili in an episode of five months now. There was no logical communications between them neither perceiving on both occasion. It was due to hard work in the fields of job seekers. Each tried every day‟s luck to construct lineage on sides around West lands, Church road and Kileleshwa, Riverside and Highridge. All were staged in the west of the capital city. Therefore to afford their close rendezvous was not to their accessible possibility.

On the other hand, no one had blamed or complained the other. Otherwise, with odd jobs were common in the Asian Quarters of in the character, the Whiteman‟s estates and the red Indians they called Kalasingers. The ones called Singh to be scrupulous; so, in this case they were servers in one way of the other. The present determination, although appearing in a tranquil approach, Olili could not work loose his ties as fanatical to enter collage. He was only glaring into the cut through positions whether small but with a hold with his zest, he would, that one he knew. Olili‟s hard pensive, it was.

The same ways in the minds of Douk who was now twenty four as his counterpart Chason was next April twenty two. Douk had vowed to value for his academic completions. So, as to get himself done with his vision, the one King clued in his mission Prince. He had always called time into play by staying thus bodacious having lived to hate being budged. Already he was adroit, affable and adjacently connected to all society people of any group he encountered. In this case each of both mutual their kinship at their level. Each fixed with an arduous gap in academic kudos.

They had a relative theme thus agog; albeit agonized into various qualities that glitches that cut through ambition but both had the key. Hope. Three years had elapsed on Douk‟s window siding mujengo casuals works. Now Olili was

another stranger in that field and almost in everything and so far with determination penciled his point of view. It was pressed by the tough situation that naturally faces job seekers. Those with a risking task barred in their moral intellects. The binding was laminated into the bread providers that was not even there, never counted if one buys his own to share. It is as if they hate others to have even what they do not have.

Envied free! Accommodation was the mutual target because one would even have worked and has some cash to purchase food. But then, at the end, without a place of one‟s own, there was less accountability. Yet, they manage very little for the same. Musuba inclusive with his best examples could come up with freedom but outlandishly greed.

The system was an articulated form to scare the newly city strangers. In his class to be sure was with various aspects that only fall into algorithm, up till now, they have never even deciphered their own tribulations. They only alienate their personal existence for instance they soul replicate their attitudes to others. Day and night they are ever sorry, pathetic to others than themselves.

Naturally they are afraid of their own devotions. That is apart Olili had discussed with Lanek; who never had a penchant from the beginning of his arrival in the city and not indecision. So far as to Chason who had no option for the occasion as he called it. He had, they had accepted the obscene in any idea with a say that tells he who laughs last, laughs longer. Then easy come easy go an adaption in what goes around comes around.

Both were in the side of pain, no gain here for the team of Musuba had never cut through. They fear that avenue like a speedy fire escaping chameleon. It was in the obscured world and was one world they had to come out through hard working to extend their academic levels. They knew their positions; likes of Olili and Lenak and in their silence was the greatest matter of fact. They had to put their heads above water with knowledge to consider that elephants have grace and gravity.

They had an ability to abandon all negative aspects that stood a speaker head in their eyes. Caring less of chicken lift one foot and freeze or seeing a leaf shake were among a dozen mottos in their cached in catalogue vetting. They had

no part left to waste a chair. In that long silence they had, both were exchanging their related lifestyle gathered from diverse behaviours that arrowed to one lineage. The silence was brushed into.

“I wonder if there is anyone with long golden legs and dimples and knew about God‟s way than local culture.” Douk said.

“Perhaps is only magic or even with Angel Gabriel with minimal grace; the world if full of hurts, bwana!” Olili said without any feeling. Another stretch of silence occurred. As they sauntered patiently along Church road with rabbit keen ears in a hunter‟s graze, the sound echoed through Jacaranda tree foliages like mentholated venom. The stone crafters had proceeding knocks their penciled tools on the building stones. They were the quarry cores be reshaped into stony loaves for the masonry team of builder technology. All was in the porter‟s oven. Douk supposed. Hopefully they had strolled to meet their calling luck. In addition to see that their crossword was aplomb to interconnect with their grand desire apogee even though they had taped at the lowest start.

The reasoning was genuine with the fact that all high things cements from lower basis. In this case their enthusiasm stared into aquatic zests arguably. They had turned twice on the left and now at the point a head prior to the right turn, there, was a new ratina side. They had loger flipped St. Mary‟s catholic church and that reminded Chason of the promising verse in the true gospel that talks of time and the promise Jesus said to his Father. “I will never promise you Father.”

It was Bethesda; and the answer gave him a perfect align in spirit. Olili the same as Douk had they exchanged glance and their eyes spoke. Shortly they had amplified their hike speed albeit none of them had said so. Pace to rapidity they saw in unison incredible at a distance in a concise exchange of sights. The road they turned and had lurched straight again could now see well the furthest to that corner, was that Ruaha gate.

Alleviate a feeling of being bored and not even satisfied, because nothing interesting was not showing, still now were no longer encumber. As they give the impression of being, just a while nearing the crowed that had formed at ratina side, the new side was in progress. In comportment with, were in the weight of umpteen in a majority of men; young and old boys. They shortly shoved away

the ageism as the slum pretentious had slapped into their face and here they had entered with an increasing tiger veer in there double raging vigours.

Men in solid movements slot into space from one side with standing wobbles from one side to another and being against any others win. The battle was of rebels in space occupying the smallest chance one found possible. They were all weighing in young men stealth and recently school leavers. Only shoulders swayed as legs webbed with speed of the fascinating movements.

Possibly short guys had a long measure as they struggled against tall ones. The image was in a sort of antennal wipe in form of hand rise that rigidly were in holds of the identity cards. Each had to hand it over to the lone man standing behind the small entry as the recipient. The main iron sheeted gate was sealed in a way of being shut well. It was with it an order of restrictions. They were all in a whip of the whispering formal attempt in recruiter assessments. It was an actual attempt over the scene.

All those were completely new to someone like Olili but with determination he had merged into the struggle in the process with no idea how. He saw nothing else here that may possibly need much stressed paper work but was something he could only do by handing the identity card. That was the only Vietnam here and he had his. With their height, the hard stretch of their arms crossed ten heads of shot people a head of them. So, from the expression of Olili, which did not matter, the mujengo supervisor could tell that, he would need a secret teaching. In it a film of demos that wound gives him a sort of diagnostic schedules, meaning general practices to dignify. It did not matter, in truth he had dehydrated for work based on his level in that field not dreams of any listed blurs. He supposed at once as he threw the preposterous windy pass.

They both removed their ID cards and on that amalgamation, were in the scene of trend more of agitated and cautious in aphorism to loose. Shortly they learned that it was koroga in process and to be after. At the baby was that Tom Mulongo the assistant foreman who continually flipped in his prompt selection with the fighting men in the agonizing handover. In his face was with a mark expression of, „nothing is free here.‟ It had solemnly started.

Strenuous hands beckoned with calls of Tom….Tom mundu wanje; could be heard within the crowed as Olili and his mate in silence pushed their way frontward. It was a thwart the wall of wining and it was with only one aim; be taken. They reached him only inches in hold and the said invigilator Tom saw the strong young men curve into their chances. Then here their id cards were soon picked in the air across other waving hands whose heads could not turn back to see those guys with flaming lucks. They won that chance.

A magnetic pull it was erected the reaction in their place value succinctly in miraculous were ushered aside by a shoulder. Olili was passed as added to the present mood that cursed any moment of the last night recusants. To him it was a natural demeanor or perhaps he was hysterical, too terrified to act reasonably. He had no form to extend trust on club maids. How could he dare think in terms of any time at all?

A part of him was a survivor who knew too well the price of one to pay so as to remain alive in such disorderly frame work. Such crafts or invented articulations in practical cuts from one of the side ordeal wood. He was thinking as he observed the almost ending recruits. They were now all ready with those earlier recruits. It was a nice sneaking rabbit in the shoes of Abunuasi.

However, they expounded their starvation zealots like expected. Moreover, in concert they enjoyed movies of those ones unselected as though in euphoria circus kids funs. All were with right of laws of mujengo as far as the routine procedures incurred the delight in recruitments. Some were pummeled with an old hatred maybe, but all in all they went along with the test one concurrently. The side concierge Mario Orange at last pushed the gate by that time indicating that the time for recruits was over.

All recruited had entered in and he had similarly towed the ground fighting edge gate side to close. It was one side. Everything or anything inside that side, no eye from outside could dare a glance. The stretch of iron sheets walls had secured the side from eye snipers inside. The blur outside could not end as those who had not grabbed their luck stuck out there at the entrance.

The two men Chason and Douk exchanged glances as a sign of their triumph in a latent signal while those outside cursed in petrifying impressions like those

of ostracized prisoners who had lost in their felon case. It was like that and finally Tom shoved them a game smile through the small gate.

The precious lucky crowed as called strolled stealthily toothsome towards the direction of concrete mixing are. There were accessories ready with each in its respective place. Olili‟s eyes roved everywhere exploring the assets of such vast area. His impression landed on many hilly sandy balls not one, not two but many with mounts of concrete crestless. In heap stairs were cement bags and shortly they were positioned in categories. The ladder was of stairs built in social step distances upward.

The steps were necessitating for shoving the mixed stuff at every needed throw of workmanship. The stages consisted of ten layers as from the created floor base for the prime. Each had a shovel to crash the mixed watery stuff by means of escorting it according to procedures manned in the speed of each ones effort.

They were all men; all in their youth expressions, strong and trembling in balances of energy. It was a gourmet apartment that covered a hundred meters diagonally and with geometrical work of each floor base. It was on its first floor and therefore the two devices time-honored their chances on the steps full of swollen alligator pea like human. Luangu was on the base where it all starts and Olili on the third step, both sure. They were well armed with spades side to side on the steps were men iconing from the base to the top.

Others complained to have shovels with improper handles and et-cetera without considering how others out there had fully desired to have that position. There was no time for excuse of course. Luangu with his profession laminated his toes with poly nylon materials to his cement solution on his flesh. Olili saw him doing it but could not question him from his position up. He only assumed as he could not resist the roar of the concrete mixer as it came air born.

The smock contentedly pillowed a dark web in the sky at once following the to…to…to…. Voice havoc that split the favour of silence as the risen cloud way air carried away. The diesel smell lingered from the noisy going on Lister engine that had thrown the vomits of smoke in space. As if it was not the one, the

rolling belly was left busy filled with necessary items to form one concrete solution for the premeditated slab.

All were under prescribed nominal measures as each item was apparently to fit the formal recipe. The songs of the working apparatus had accumulated the unpleasant thuds of noises and by glance was an active scene. Intolerable it was for someone new on the subject like Olili but with a new intuition he at the gate saw in Tom‟s eyes. He did not ignore the present infuriating recurrences but kept him free as he felt a satisfaction of it. The force therefore could not defuse his potency desired.

The same influence in his zealot pronounced in him another great vital value of possibility and choices were to a bid to the issue. Spades cracked as the concrete mixer hummed difficult songs giving men work dance of this and that style everywhere. Nothing good comes from an empty thought as the same mind gave him the morning metaphor about the monkey and the slippery tress. Of course the monkey would risk getting that bread. Will fall and rise until it gets along with it. With contentment he was fully ready.

His great day it was to submit with his preliminary time to up stand errand of that nature. He thanked his zealots in the village errands based on casual form that had given him a free mind always to put him a needful recognition.

In within a short moment while his was still in his pot of reverie, at 8.33am, men with crouched chests bored with the first heap at the preface stage.

They had at once towed the laden wheelbarrows which in due course emptied; it was Douk on his way alert in his charming strikes. Now he had stood acrobatically robotic in high heaving like a goal keeper. The first stage for Chanson was appropriate for, he disregarded the challenge in appropriation in a chance in judgment that suited into his previous anxieties. Douk on the other hand was introvert than him. Meanwhile he was still in his supposition another game was at once on the floor. It was thus instantaneous that the chances flew with the speed.

CHAPTER 5

As he had wanted to make his work easier, he had calculated the speed in every now refill to be taking with no assumption three to four minutes no less. The interval in short break was averaged to ninety seconds. He was gagged now in that fry with his own mind salve for no one would accept a heap at their place for it would climb at once in that speedy tournament. Was it would let go toe high and less so as to break into defeat.

If left to bile someone would regret for it was more with timing than any serious moment in that life. To stop a bid was to wipe the sweat or if not use the shoulder twitches as the action continue. However, the next comrade was to take the bull not by hone for they were a pair in each slot. The shovels had bored but who could blame the tools. Both of them had not talked to one another but to accept defeat was their rejected action in that subject cult of the explicitly mujengo. Olili supposed.

He saw men gasp for breath as their eyes turned red, heads of sweat stood on their forehead and in a while or next the muscles in their arms hardened with pain. As they fought for the pile of the mixture offside, at one time it formed again and another time it was not there. Like that and like that searching from hill to the flat area and the upper floor was flattened and nothing was up there to form a pile.

The one job that was easy to find as said, but not easy to get as one may hear by word. In that breath, the next heap had gone like wind and another one was ravenously tone like a delicious chicken meat. Torn from the initial point was where the experts and laborious survivor riveted their gist. Every man had determined to comply furiously and Silence whip was the created jealous in that unpronounced continuation of the plain errand. Maybe it was hard to others hardly because some where new to it but not the work new to them. Likes of Chason meant in laminated clandestine as that also gave him a chase game in passionate desire to lock the same exercise.

He lingered at the top of his zeal as Tom voice echoed arousing in the mixer‟s songs; „chota –chota…. You buffalo.‟ Olili in his great zest for future above the quality of being excelling could not bother about the buffalos. He was on the icon of the general mood or in a period that called a particular over rail in

his started history. The chota –chota phenomenon included a poor fun of „you refused khusoma, school –chota –chota, phew‟ it was openly heard.

In that new recipe was in it that brought a new reform about him and what he could hear. He secondly contemplated as he breathe maybe pain or gain wiping his face to clean the sweat balls with his hand hill. Where there is life, there is hope. He at once assumed derive of his speed in the passing word of people on the same world.

While he prolonged with his pausing demand, in his genial, genuine was an accepted selection in his pensive scrutiny was in his high driven thought. A saying gave him a weighty prowess that articulated his control and he was as if he was not. Always no pain, no gain and with that one, no one should make many laws but to allow things to go on their own way. He supposed albeit he had not wanted for his mind could not stop thinking. Tom was right for every wood has its sound in splitting.

He could not condemn the cause of express anger by means of impolite words. Here now as the wits were soured by pain, work had gasped the hook and hoots for shouts, shrieks encompassed were in every word that could be heard. One loudly said that and the next and was good as a market of jokes. Men at the nest door down there raised their voices responding to those who were at their great jovial filling the concrete mixer with constant fills devoid of no rest.

“You guys with wheelbarrows speed up and complete us with unvarying races in and out rounds. I mean we should make up time before they add in water. Mama bima usually starts early. You know.” One man full of sweat on his face shouted.

No one smiled but silence did. Except that those who knew what metaphor it was for blew into armpits laughs personally without seeking sights. As each one saw it worth during the time said was to expel stress in such moment. So, it was special and they saw it wise and happy. The great laugher was Luangu whose comrade had concocted the strange metaphor. It was on the line of men at work to befit the amazing fortune in the city.

Olili had watched and noticed them with pure surprise plus thought how difficult a leopard can change spots to strips. For the reason it had two that fits

into the formal and then from the up stair he soon took the applause side impression at the, environ and could see the idea of leopards icing. From his view, he only saw a line not long but of three women enter the gate and at the pace stone throw the gate side they unloaded their luggage. They had been with no restriction entered by being allowed by the guard. The gate keeper to be specific; each was loaded with head weight layering a heavy kindo across was to their lower shoulders and in walk a bent over.

The crossing belt head a duty on their body to attach winningly pensioning the carrier a sudden need force of relaxing. It was to him a new science of carrying things compared to his derivation. There movements were so accurate and placid as they had landed in their small airport each of them having taken position from one another in their long organized social distances. In Olili‟s clan, women carried any load on top of their heads supported by ingara.

It was a natural practical circle simply designed from plantains tree cover belts. They could walk a long distance and straight gallantly without force. By exposing the balance, in weight was the necks wriggle; the skirt swaying in the vein of that. It was always like that good. Eventually he dismissed the idea how attractive it is. Then he came to know the language as quick as that and ignored the moment in that subject as he could review the action in it.

It was as though he had been bombed, the atomic pressure that situated his moral courtesy at bay. His contributing mutual had at once provoked without countenance. If there will ever be a subject that caused him unupright mind, was that one of Lea and Julia place. He had been loathed, provoked and punctured by the mention of that focal areas of cut me one. Down here was that story from Voyio.

There was a say that tell people, „one needs to struggle to achieve live; and he who pays the piper calls the melody.‟ However on Olili lime of consideration in his conscience had fetched out that all his friend were on their worth. They were overjoyed by such overrides. There was no feel being there safety in the ordinals that would overwhelm their policy of acquaintances in each step taken.

Men in likes called in Absai, Douk comrade down stairs now the slab mixing tactics. He was forty in the team and with young spots in his hair. It was

as they say life starts there. One of the speedy reputations according to his analysis was habits by the way. Here the githeri was with brewed porridge without yeast was thus delicious. The wimpy classic and it was the optimum suitable meal in the flock of mujengo workers.

The ladies had flocked with power in the service as they had waited to bypass the cups with somehow hard chapattis for those type who never feel contented with soft meals. Nobody knows why. Therefore, the grand vultures had landed with powerful flaps to only hold for their prey. They had not hunted but drastically, the leopard had. In a short break they tasted each in their branded day grain stew at the speed of their zestecious moment.

The high fumbles of spades scratched feverishly and the calcified floor could not take the pace as Tom‟s sadistic shouts increased. It was as to others he was stigmatizing a bull fight fun in one of their western tournament. On their prior sight one could think again how much sales women here had hurried to get time. Time to only show her porridge on that particular procedure for it left one to notice that kind of science that does not imprudent, but narrates. This was to be in the first notes of his. He nodded.

It final times in lunch face and the concise to be moment had sent a chase to the men who were strength active. Faces had omelets of corded sweat that had completely turned into petite salty crystals. The high rise of noise on the floor was the concrete mixer and now less quieting. It slowed to the stop; meaning it was a definite time expressing into lunch break. It was the last but not the least of the content to wipe up the season that contained so much in labour, lunch time.

Everybody had wiped the sweat, maybe a thousand times but even in the shade was with flows pooling with interest. Their hairline was not free but with recusant demands with higher moments of nature. Who could stop such men in the sweat? A man had thought men and sang.

„In whatever you do, I am on your side Jesus. I cannot forget,” he had no feeling but the uprising glare in his eyes gave him a true essence. He was more than a vivid imagination. They call him Okwambo junior or Voyio. It was an alias to his name Francis Ironman. The one was crafted from his late grandpa the village blacksmith.

Olili began on the face on his left; the labour mate, it meant nothing to him for he had worked all the strength to his present level. Now the ultimate prowess had ultimately focused. Lunch time it was and he had no idea which step he could take but there was. He had up to the present moment found many friends but none deep amity. No, relationship with men likes him; he felt what he was not and did not take it too much solemnly.

Other than, he had accepted his basic distance in the vein of Musumba. In point of fact he was ascribing typically to his desire on having a cut chance through to find a job and then collage. Of course an intern to him but never predicted as well as not wished they could not be informed because, it would be a hooded key in the barrier and he would not accept it. The time was short in his period speed. Then, the activities would not lend him any moment in reluctance. In addition to, it was, good enough, God‟s time. He thought as the ultimate he could do was to respond on the cool down concrete manual plant in its wake.

Albeit, he could not count in any option as a comrade to the present indulge, he had felt started with to his mentor memory he could never afford to change his reputation. It was a part driving into his vision, as though in never ending popularity contest. Yet, there were also self denials too; and they served to hark back him of his consistence.

He watched Douk on his return wiping his lips bypassing a tongue like a selfish puppy and at the same time life of winking in plain expression had come back. A moment earlier, Douk had done so to Voyio maybe to signal a new introduction between them. It was Chason who was the branded pet. The final exchange of glances between those acquaintances with held a final flash of a ghastly smile sandwiched between their glare. In that particular juncture of his basic articulation, Olili noticed his position in various odds that would let him into mingles of alterations conversantly employing a diminution in his vision plant. His adorable dream and his desirable itch were hinged stern; the future elites in his subtle if to be exact.

The way he saw it in his former classmate, Luangu, he could dare not accept the merging too much unlike he would fail to control. On the other hand, Calipso Masika and Micheal Avalanche were the relics of Rhaha concrete company in a

socket of watchdogs. Two of them major tools of the plant serve as senior modes of the modesty. They were former special trainee of the National Youth Service.

Avalanche held a diploma in architect planner while Calipso in physical science that contained a face of physics. That was carpentry in accessories workmanship. They both as on their considered level share their experience with the society in talented consensus so as to match with people‟s decisions and frequent demands. That was their zealot now in the capital city as considerable men from the National collage. Those who would expose the National brilliance with open structures like that of Ratina and of course elsewhere.

That one was on their raging task to the frontal helmeted of the county. On Ratina side, they carried out all necessary assessments concerning the side priorities. The relative profound on the carried on analysis that congregated on official data finals in mid and end months detailed to the company. The Rhaha management; that was, Cheti Sing the one in charge of that entrepreneur.

He had secured the contract recently from the Kenyan industrious bulding bodies lately hosting from Tanzania. He was stationed in Iringa where his stationed character owned and go-down with worth equipments. The extension was now with company asphalt and sort of ancillary equipments paving him into diplomatic competences in civil engineering. The seven edged roller, was, the blownocks and as a powerful plant leading the company into being professional runways contactors. That also carried departmental elites that would chest a high grade plant management categorized in all sectors of the official plant retracement.

By the time they moved their company to Kenya with all the authority clearance, some clearance had to be left with his younger son. The Iringa godown of course had to stay in leas terminal of the guarantees on various contracts. So, was the son Kiwi Sonrisa Singh who took control of the halfway Iringa office. The eldest son, Soverign Revue and seconded to him was Topsun Pailine Sigh. The two had hegemony to rendezvous the father to Kenyan‟s office at West of the City adjacent to the road to Spring Valley.

That round about was the go segment towards their fifty meter drive to the building office. On the other side, the resumption on work was still at advanced

rest for both worker and machines. It was a decision one had taken in the period of their lunch break. Those who had eaten up to their added rations were charitable to them a faculty to relax on their own. It was lunch preceded by each half bread and a packet of milk; the content of half a liter. It anywhere for resting places was vast without choices. Chason was one step ladder carefully watching the ensembles of those who had managed the so called mujengo. The life was in their prior of Luangu likes and here and there a cohesive labour in hour. He Olili had taken a forward glimpse on those men who worked around the concrete mixers.

Most of them who had worked the nylon artwork on their toes to conceal cement solutions on their flesh looked well fixed. It was not new to them for they knew it and sectional seamless. Now every resting was an adequate amount of the hour given, men had taken chances of their own space. Some stood by their position ready with their shovels down their knees, the weapon demandingly to spit any appearing target. It was against the fearless bear called the concrete mixer.

It was easy searched into their calculated natural diligence prescience. The vegetations were still the same with minimal changes that went in with the weather changes too. The leaves of the shrew berries that had taken in enough of the sun heat direct had slept or go bending in a relaxing way of the plant. Naturally it was 2.00pm and the bright sun direct on precisely at the right place in the sky. It almost was on the edge of bend over in the score of the three o‟clock limitations.

The senior supervisor Michael stood at the venue of the concrete mixer. His tartan the front part of the machine, saw all the apparatus complete. Sand and concrete basins full and each of the person delegates equipped as inclusive were cement bowls too filled and all were quiet. Avalanche moved close to the motion device as he stepped forward to stairs and stared, it was fine. The hardness of his eyes and by the act of confiscating his helmet advanced him to see better in his short sighted plain eyes.

The eight pairs at the climb were alert and potentially fixed with the taste of work ravenous desire to devour it with the raving agility of the day. He was satisfied with the hard working dropouts of mingle classes muffled with four years back in decision. To Olili, others were the source of Tom‟s metaphor. In

that case, Avalanche had edified the faces, all the motional sceneries and many of them had supposed him egoism.

He was the man who does not end things in graphical order; that Michael. Even Kalasingers had to approach him deftly with golden feathers. Otherwise not off guard type in that mild concise impression, as he shortly saw the fitful guys willing to toggle their way to life. Even others desperate they were with the earliness of the mujengo lifestyle. It was not the work but the fruit of that labour. It was salaried with low payments to be sure. Those were verdicts in the eye but forgetting that golden chance of the hour was thus elusive from their grazing.

The fear was all measured in laziness as one could take impression on the hill of the stocked materials. Then with no more verdicts could be figured and accepted to ones will. It was like that in that bounty and as a result it was. The standing noises started as Avalanche gave in a throw order by waving in his hand for the work to begin. Others started their acrobatic shakeups like featherless queen in the termites hive. He had whispered something to the mixer controller. Those with curved backs expressed their fun diaphoreses. Those used to Tom‟s mother in-law‟s tongue could only appetite with it later maybe.

The mouth it was that could not leave any matter at any given chance; that one of Tom Mulongo. The work had towed the forward lips as the passage words absurdly cut the natural quiescence in the noisy side. Repetitively, his word of the silent invigilator contented with, was pain that replenished with the academic rebuff had lingered his own fun. It was a fun but a pinch to others as if he supplied strength.

Who could leave work and care for such indolent words that left no taste in both nature and human? Only that, it was him who burst into his own created laugh that was so far exorbitant than school fees itself. It was left there as he saw himself useless as he lfet to take a climb to the roof base. There he stood akimbo like a small tattooed cartoon icon in space.

For the first time on the other hand Chason had taken it for granted in a word of occasion thinking maybe Tome was elocution and elucidated and more to that, eloquent. Other than, he Olili ultimately turned away the purpose to the common

mere contempt and at least the moment queer. Anyway, every active mujengo has its fun and that area is good for creative. He supposed.

The mild Michael, a true replica of Cheti Singh in short size and mushroom weight stood in space there openly as the woodman handed him a list of names. He at last handed it to Cheti ascertaining. Maybe or not to Oili an informing analysis of the side reports contended in returns. He only saw the salty item bypassed with prints on its duplicate and the white silver white sleeve glitter.

Here the noise from the proceeding equipments could only tell the new comer that in that habitat was an extensive excise; hard work to be extremely right. The old bearded with gray spots and zipped in his head dressing was laminated. He never do away with nice demeanor of sharpening nails by tooth cuts. His counter suits well fitted on with nice black shoes; the eyebrows getting bushy with spots of grey as well. He loathes getting crossed to anger for he promptly looses voice in his talk.

Words muffle into the world of atypical impatience and that was Ritz Cheti Singh with his three sons and a daughter. The mother long a deportee in another world year ago. He had only lived in the hand of his sons; work and his company was is most favoured gratuity he could not tolerate on with ultimately summoned potent. Habitually he wears a white turban covering his entire head with shape.

One would swear having seen Cheti‟s hair; the one that falls at their back, length below their waist or even below that end.

That was a formal in Kalasinger cult as well as it was good one to fit into the custom with a vivid imagination. There he had gestured Michael in a lower mild driven monotonous words maybe circumventing any ride in flimsy with reference to his best well paid work that was in progress. He lingered flexible as from his driven consent to concept with his affable traits. He possess a build in habitual to flounce in unusual way to exert a pull on peculiarity. His own way that is prudent that way.

He surprisingly sauntered away with Michael in silence; maybe his instinct had tenacious with a astute urgency or not even for of course no one concern. The fore end of the woodwork area they called workshop was Calipso. Calypso

Maskini the wood piker; he is falsely called. He is the one who designs and observes into the grill on upper and lower compartments in wall units.

The inner wood control and the machine artwork based on beams emotive with the pillars in length and width measures were in his appropriate vibrating monster system. Here Cheti had reached the side office and the last that could be seen a threshold the parking was the shadow of his back. The man Calipso is used to time utility thus that no one of them held irrelevant conversations that would off match the remindful hour of the day.

They both felt it that way. Time and words had in them a running purpose in tout ensembles.

CHAPTER 6

Magnificent dialogue was the prosperity of their silent equality produced with endless good quality results. It was work and that was their finest to allembracing with lucid endings. Their final data procured moment if to be genuine.

Concurrently, Olili had seen the crew work sweat to roll but in mind it came to remind him over something as flashed back to lunch hour just moments ago. He was happy having been a head of something others were not. It was prior and he was in a rewinding mammoth memory. To surprise he had seen many of the crew take food without even praying and he noticed his position in salvation.

The Githeri plus had its own addition prior to, yet there was need to be the same. The white milk and the strong Eliot bread were their optimum energy collections. The entire hour previously had been well spending with fumbles of plastic cups like form ones. Olili had noticed. The strong tea time of course was in mind as the clapping had reminded him.

Minutes later, emotions had declined on their faces not because of the modesty backed on chapos but work. Time it was for resumptions. The unseemly substantial meal recipe on mujengo people was the same; otherwise. Who could deny the effort of such moral in mutual encompassment? In such circumstances, sanely people should know how to pray, pray even at the eating time; but here was a serious incompetence maybe the ravenous had coughed it right.

He was merely previewing the imagery of vital delays in reminding oneself over the present thanks giving. It was calling in the later situation in view of the so called people and activities in consensus. As a result, in every cloud are many silver and gold and bronze linings. Who could deny that as he had looked at the sky and of course understood the vision. The vision of his desire; he smiled.

It was daytime and to break it, a wonderful competence for had been so busy alike to mischievous night he was encompassed with many things. The stuff like half bread had been of course issued on such benevolence of the workmanship. The hard labour was significantly based on Indian collies those days. However, he knew how to make his mind learn many things. In that succinct moment, he lingered humble exclusive of even bothering his friend; the shoulder workmate.

Others who had pulsated tooth sticks in their oral cavities had a labour of the same prior to the main stream of the ultimate force now in unison. The haired woof had stood ears a blade on the rocky walls. It had prior in the process where contribution of spades cut in the slot machine energies. Here now speed was the casual implement within the Ruaha concrete Ratina place. Olili on his science and prescience was at the committal salient in consensus. One of his dislikes was to take part in things he wishes not pleasing to short align. So, he was lively does.

Here he gave the slow action crew a measuring look and felt a pain on his spine. He was only agitated and frugally taking into all those acrobatic activities down aloof. Long ago the noise had resumed and the current working facilities had gathered the natural competence with no lack of eloquent piquancy. However, in the same speed of action, the sharp spade in power forced aim of Douk‟s energetic arms missed the aim and crashed into his toe angle down stairs.

He was hurt and it was not good. Not only hurt but cut with the sharp shovel blade once incepted by the sand crestless and human labour in combinations. The sign was not of that far-sighted which had left the agitated man Luangu a bit, strength less and his slogan less unfathomable. He has never putted the cart before the horses while at his normal benign hour that courtesy in his determinable search.

Now here he was and not worried of but still not fried in his query. Chason‟s lips grew wide and parted with a twitch awesome almost tremble. However, he could not find an answer. Albeit it was there in vivid expressions as he took a short moment of surprise. He proceeding gave a direct impression on the next working comrade. He was put and was with no concept ride towards any frightening thought. Chason was afraid more than the instinct in a woof that had to attack a dead body.

He wondered how some people were made in this world where everything had lived to thrash about into that only life affordable or maybe not. With him and Douk were long friends yes. Good friends but not on extend of staying together as he Luangu had proposed. He had had no formative conclusion in entering into unplanned resolutions. One of them as latterly concluded by his mate during lunch break was of course was presidential issue he Olili had not given an act of responds on. That was an ultimate bridge of imminent danger he had at once smelt and sorted. Certainly they had talked it in concise dialogue but he had not given in any memorandum option. Here he was now only thinking and in the same speed of the moment spur, Douk was furiously bleeding.

The gash on his left lower angle had spat out recusant flows of blood. From his stair case, he could not charge until he saw Douk carried aside for the first aid administrations. Apparently the blood was raining on the floor with the greatest speed. Except in less a short moment, the bandage with heavy wools had supported at once. Then the wound here was serene in the blood scooping out rapidly. It was at the moment with only a red spot.

He was in unbridled rage but the fact was that that was unanticipated calamity; called into solemn play with sad endings. Then he was rushed to Nairobi hospital as shortly as St. John‟s ambulance was called for. Besides, the city county mobile ambulances were reported to be busy the very moment. Sweat had formed at his entire body, face and the tattooed hair line was the measure in his mind decline.

From the infinitival glance, as he had touched his hand dip finger; Olili noticed a substance in the eyes that said, „I will never give up.‟ Chason was evenly astonished but knew from their latest advancement, had one gourmet thing in common and aspectual vitality in mutual with Douk. The both do not

know the meaning of giving up. On the prospective juncture, he Douk had amused others whenever they were in juvenile jocund. Now in that, third stein had dawned on him life and cash.

The drive, if at the highest speed was twenty five minutes to reach the hospital as the adjacent car of the old Singh tailed. The grey BMW had grooved gear in darts in the perfectly assuring speed and the driver conductively apprehensive in the control from the frantic incident. The rotor on the ambulance roof glittered with screaming neon in immense force as siren demanded with initial compliance for way given in emergency course. It was in traffic acquaintances with sooner or later.

Douk was treated as an outpatient casualty represented after sixteen stitches in short surgery was put in perfect efficacy. On the other side, Chason had a number of things in his mind. Most of them needed an appeal to work out his speed sheet in his control unit. Words roved out of his slide number filled in the back of his head causing him unexpected skull pain. He would observe his body forming own clown. Astonishingly could catch a glimpse of black stars in darkness. He was in a second fear in his mind of the un well slept young man.

The prior numbness it was in that last night. He gave an impression to himself and turned left thinking maybe how he had on his basic aid broken into abrupt catch-22. After the outlandish talk about the keto union with Douk which he felt edgy, accident? Seemingly that was a part of the talk their eyes could not assemble in difficulties as if were in a private acquaintance with scene which had ended in an awful solution. Hitherto were in fresh terms with one another. The one that alerts one another far into becoming was now building into him generosity ultra proficient. He had never erudite how to gash into traduce. As a result, he left it just there as the busy side continued to linger busy. Nothing had transfigured, but silence in people there was a mind in major key tapings. He was Olili inclusive.

His memory with instant stress albeit deep toed by the occurrence of that tragedy, he had failed to sort out a solvent over the same solution workout. It was as if it had never happened. On the other side longer than Douk‟s position had been replenished and as he was thinking an hour ago, work had continued.

Maybe it was the words of Tom; dishonest words. Olili contemplated. No one had thought of the accident as asset in obstacle but a passing acquaintance with as it was vivid that the work of the Red Indian must be done. Not only done but to proceed no matter how an African labourer had been hurt. All had felt in the silent wound of Douk and had to continue with work by disregarding the pain that had started to capsize their moral cohesiveness.

What was in that unity was the law of humanity in the same show ground that determined the latitudes in the team? Hard labour and unison sameness was. A show to thrill with it was but in append query in the name of the amazing fortune in the city. Now it was in the western wing of the capital city to be accurate. A man who could say clever amusing things had left behind him numb and exotic blurs maybe in the glimpse of the stocking. He is of the limpid African veracious in acrobatic words.

However, to Kalasingers cult, Africans are considered as an asset not human in races of their familiarities. Property, wealth and further in their concern were prudent but human were in their quality remorse. Shown it all had the meaning when Luangu had been treated. Otherwise, he had rebuked the Singh‟s solace with a say, „a heroes is an ordinary individual who‟s enthusiasm in the plain panel obstacle cannot shake the obsession.‟

Other than, to replenish the moral substances that dense the inner instinct framework of own people; was the instinct. Not very usual but real; having not sort trouble in comfort. For that reason, in this unfeigned sense of reporting, none could be able to sort lavishness in trouble. Olili came out squeaky cozy but not in his mind reassured with the contentment.

A part of his troubles it was in unarranged fortress of luck. The concrete had posted around his empire. Few second in his own contest had nearly vaulted, agony still but not in his moral position. Instead, distance unison had centered into his mind and his wake mate next noticed.

The gray beard Singh on the other hand pinned at the flesh chaw recognized his motive. Other than he sorts for his reconciliation in his sane plan but he did not at first. Singh had sought his first confidence as a part of his nature. The car turned off the road to Wakinyonga estate; and that was where the next halt of the

car had screeched the wheels to stop. It was the Singh‟s car and in Luangu‟s day trance acclaimed it was.

On side the concrete hill had been posted in an adjacent practical base around the empire of his specific place on the ladder slots. Olili could not wait anymore for in few seconds he had almost vaulted by the speed of the thuds that had spat at four pace a second. A steadfast mingle that he was only able to abandon but to lurch.

Almost to the start of the first throw it was and he was honestly astonished. Two more close splatters had at once thudded in unison and had flashed a prompt drive of an open laughter from his workmate for the first time. The comrade had seen him skip like a frightened cat. Never had it been on any settled gratification in his mind since last night. However, Olili felt lenience in the manner that he had not spiffed any speculative skin pain that had caused his selfish workmate to prelude.

Consequently, he did not consider his status to express the so called objective manner coherence. He knows what is what. As if he was magicated, he therefore, by the scene and mind, the profile efficiency on was the match. He took no pause to accept any moment on his chota –chota steady proceedings. In a short heaving race, at rest concisely said a short prayer:

‘Lord, I will meditate on your precepts, and contemplate on your ways. Deal profoundly with your servant who is in me especially in my situation that I can only see with my plain eyes exorbitantly. Amen.‟

The other side of the scene, Cheti Singh had carried his closer in disloyally resonance. He was adjacently dawning to panic in his state of being driven by extreme rise of position. He was thus terrified over the Luangu scene. He was afraid of nothing else than fearing the so called ransom in the law of unexpected at work. They say it in reparation act.

“Oiie, Michael,” he had started in his profound tone that later adjusted with cracks of intolerance. The senior supervisor stays his neck a head with a face that could never be changed. “Douk has never been perceptive with working tools in action. I mean daresay, incompetent.” He kept quiet maybe having dropped the bomb shell as water in the straw distiller.

The Avalanche turned in compact as promptly as the shark words had rendezvous him incoherent. His look carried the unspoken data in the eye bundle expressions. They blinked with answering express motives that only said in a hold weight of five GB, „you make a wrong conclusion Singh. Your unrelieved side intake is glaring into the shade to offset Luangu in your authority beyond any of the festoon input you always wear at each service claimed this way.‟ Singh, had notice at once.

Those words had no decoration and unaccountable to keep the bitter silence comparable. They said, „you have to Cheti Singh, just behave well with the unexpected.‟

Plainly he told him, “be not so excited and not to continue speaking about unpleasant subject towards injured causalities. I can see the meter in this. You rub people in wrong ways even though you have or here accessed effects a bid inconsequential. This is part of the unpredicted stuffs.” He said.

“I am in a bad contest Michael. Now I apologies and recognize my position in this matter with my personal interior consent.” He pointed penitently in sort of forgiveness and for the same. At first he did not, but now he was as they drove and lastly he emanated to the time they drove to Wakinyonga estate. Soon the vehicle had come to a halt as meanwhile the tyres screeched the base in a gradual motion. Now Luangu can dream a lot for it was here than prior to his illusive mind initiatives.

It was turning into late evening the one time that changes the shadows and makes them longer; the hourly kind of 3.00pm to be authentic. As with slums, through the half opened car door, Douk could see children cheer loudly. It was their own formed music in their formal; kari…kari…kari….the sound went thinly as they heard. Shortly they were chased away by a middle aging man in his late forties.

He had heard the engine cool as he had earlier peered to veer through the keto exit; of course a jar. He tousled his three lined face with smoothness to be clear of his own eyes. His nephew was on bandages and he was with great difficulties in hiking. Concisely, he was in agape but was helped by his own

instinct with serene control. He was getting old and incapable only to be standing there like a banana tree. Halfway, he had lost in that film.

Neck by neck he gave hand in a gradual mutual by tightening his chaw which was contented with anguish. All the three unhurt men, Michael, Cheti and now the new strength of Mulindi accessed the hard labour as the injured Douk lurched imprecisely. The unhurt feet had given him a far away concept but to support its pair. The feet offered enough to walk with many imagery contorted across his mind. The hairline was inclusive with felt haze of some sweat wash.

Thirty minutes back, Mulindi had arrived from work. He runs errands with the Embassy of Nigeria that falls into natural doctorates on vegetations, garden custodian. He has all idea how to keep plants and lawns from wild torments. So with his sanitizing appliances keeps a healing into the home of the Ambassador. Eki Ekwe was his name. The Mulindi garden expatriate had given him a mutual contentment that daily calls for his presence.

He had dealt with tools both blunt and sharp but he had never hurt his part of body. Here he was wondering how almost immediately, his nephew? It was. As well as he was astonished by the impulse in the throw his employer had shown in eyes. Since he is a man of his glue into such care, he did not at first consider it thus serious but with his self intran signet, he was. Then devoid of many words, the couple superiors of Luangu left. No word was said.

Avalanche in short slots of speed in his walking to the car to unite the frightened Kalasinger, was thus pensive. For the entire mileage the Red Indian was on the wheel, he had sat silent with a deep play in his loaded mind. He had not contemplated of loosing such hardworking strong man. However, supposed in a snail led emotional acceptance with the choices of his employer towards workers. Prior it was to their side drive in.

The unempathetic Singh had left no money to the badly injured Luangu. Yet, he had to go back to the hospital and fare was the substance. Bus fare to Kenyatta hospital was costly and he knew with his vivid conclusion beyond the immediate combinations. Perhaps Singh was illucious but not with any considered illusions up to now in horrible mosaic. A couple days later, the

stitches would have held and maybe the wound dry. It was to be in normal checkups.

In tandem, the gate keeper opened the gate in his usual way of tracking the lower side that had nosed the ground with weight. Shortly the auto gear had at ultimately sent the BMW on a halt at the far mezzanine parking. The upper base of the same ancient lots was a swimming pool under final touches and some control rooms. Maybe were for the costume store or so. Singh sauntered a crow fly to his potential offices in the side that served the temporary duties.

Shortly his two sons had driven in from the main office at Westland; in a twenty minutes succinct drive they were. They occupied the rendezvous room in silence and they were soon talking as they had found their voices in full influence. They urged in their own language until later they agreed on one aspect they had only drawn attention on in the Sikh vernacular. The other side of the senior supervisor was another convention that was called by Avalanche. Tom and wood man were all in bad bat face impressions.

“Look you guys, Singh here has gestured a denial over the allegation pertaining Luangu‟s accident. Here, he declares with claim that,” he lowered his voice but anger was in full weight. The monotonous compact had deep whistles that hissed into clandestine authority. “Douk was slapdash and not on the lookout in mind. Therefore, it leads to fail as he stands rigid not to offer any financial buttress.”

CHAPTER 7

“That cannot be!” Masika congealed as Tom twitched his nose in a full flame of deep gasps of air. Signs were of the action mind in latent. They had intercepted as Michael broke the silence.

“you mean to cut off that, he has no blame?”

“ofcourse, yes. He stands on his eyebrows like an old fox intellectively that, he is less concern. I hope am clear pals.” Pause that was flipped by quiescence

was. “then the company does not recognize him as a casual with the fact that is according to the red man‟s claim. His claim of Luangu being incentive tows me into wonder how he, Singh could do this? To incline over the open issue under the law instead, if well treaded synthesis with the fact; I mean general effects.”

Shortly Tom sporadic voice crashed akin to as though he was eating mirrah, “I can tell the tacit of Cheti Singh‟s fooling by one imaginable glance; into his words to be certain.”

“There is no blatant preclusive conclusion of panel propaganda for it sounds legitimacy. I have every support he cannot because it is my part. I deal with glitches of such roughages and I daresay, I will dig into it the proper.” The woodman roared in a full weighty voice in an instinct of a general.

“I have hated it all. The reeks; truth it is. We, I have seen it all for ourselves in longer terms. This greed has gathered our stored sanctions into arrogance. The type that gathers to deceive even the masses that they linger responsible about.” Loathing had poured into Avalanche reminiscent of a stirred soldier bee hive.

All of them in black skins had not thought of the colour but looked into their dignity as men fast. In that case they blinked in recusant emergency as the spot of froth could blink the eye end of Tome. His lips, especially the inside of his unsaid in the same eyes spat words in salted formals. The hosting habitual in the focal consent of such labour was a hoe on him. They had sovereignty to it and to be considered yokel in differences of the open behaviour was would not admit with against the clock fashion in culture.

“This is not a play or such likes of acrobatic talisman.” Masika remarked. “We can, should talk about this to the company management and let them know about the rules that govern this labour of responsibility. The left over rules that precludes any injured fellow to prelude in against the clock are. This section has no free gayest words but with special value in the vital vitalities with concede be. They are apparently of terrestrial cost; one sect of pain is that exorbitance call in bounty the Sikh cannot give impression into.”

“That is why some of the pain cuts through them; the administration. It has and is a haunt for them in another world of futility.” Tom had offered after. He

had removed his specks and blown them twice. He was emphasizing a campaign authority.

Mulongo sat still akin to one who had too much power of understanding on other people feelings. Along, was to exaggerate his passionate comradeship. He silently pressed his index finger along his nose bridge a little bit longer than in a gradual ending throw. The prowess, the urge were the determining gear.

“We shall keep the track to management otherwise; this is a pretty kettle of fish. Douk might end up deformed and that would propel his zest into a disgrace. I mean daresay being impecunious and be drawn into slavery towards tows of miserablities. Life for the entire rock stall albeit he understands than being easily deceived.” The longer word was delivered in cadence vocal but so strict beyond colour. It was the power of unexpected of the freedom fighters at one.

Shortly the trio of Sikhs walked askance out of their broken rendezvous akin to a flashlight. They passed the hall distance, far from where their junior had theirs all giving difficult impressions. Their natured face marks were a bit provoked by the unpredicted terror raid; and impatience of intolerable.

Maybe and ostensibly was as though they had failed to dialogue into their general actions. As a result in their language had turned to be similar faces of three familiar kids that had missed lunch. They had defaulted to complete their own imperative talk; if all be observed into the based, included the latest was the subject to the issue of those contorted faces. The one about Douk Lenak drawing a decision towed into the ultimate campaign of uneasiness. They had almost shown a declining shove with classified solidity.

So, in a hard way their seemingly limited ordeal to be broken into was not with ultimate leeway for they loathe any force that would diminish their heads trance. Here with the optimum ending, the rest of the workers had finished their areas of work and even cleansed their working facilities. Their own sanitizing too was all-encompassing as those who had groomed themselves stood there like clowns. Others came stretching once or twice to align their innate body parts.

Hey had waited. In this case the frightened Olili was still socked into the previous tragedy. The reminding look it was from the three senior supervisors against the superiors in the Red Indian nature of concern. Olili knew something

was latent with the score of normalcy maybe from the awfully reaped individual behaviours expressed in few words. He gave a liquid expression while referring to Luangu‟s bounty.

He was in his reference a hard workingman where the frenzy of all his willpower had gathered into a frantic zealot. However, some people never lack an oral disapproving incompetency. He had heard someone say something here and that one too; and the last he could recall was. „Why should someone take a leaf out of someone‟s book?‟ the caller instead had favored someone acting on his own gesticulation than stealing a match on. „How?‟ In query he could not know.

Chason had no Iq with; but added the two pieces lately that had ended with words inform of suffering shadows of needless halt with imperfect locks of hair. Such whispers had magnate his concoctions to one thing. He know such likes; the lazy insolents who hates hard working guys. Some in a number of other had rejected the subject in a nodding acquaintance with.

Now he dismissed the searching chauvinism in the latest matter of fact. It was gearing a nasty mingle with the last night intricacies. In his numb concept it was he could not willingly orientate; but in the catalogue of stranger in the city was so perfect to obscure in essence. Fortunately there was no pain in his wits. Then he thanked God as all the workers had assembled in one gathering crescent forming that was in half moon headed by the three Kalasingers. The three supervisors too were on rebellious mind alert. The trio Sikhs gave a strange impression as if they were rejected by their own plant; the Ruaha concrete. At last here they were in complete silence. The far end of the highway from the premises was traffic whooshes that competed with natural murmurs.

Here a bird sang with a whistle that had matched with that of Douk. Someone had been hit and therefore got back in position. Shortly Michael had greeted; then was the respond.

“Okay! Let us get ourselves down to specifics.” He started. “Thank you generously for your hard working. I mean the labour of the day and I would appreciate in a concise moment so that you may get on your time for some rest. The event of the day has been long as on each one of us. Away it has attempted to wipe some of our determination tolerances but in a few hours we have

reclaimed back with our dignity. This has confirmed to us how the unexpected can avoid our initiatives to void with if our moral prowess is touched in uncannily way of remorse.

Our prudence refurbishes can only approve our interest if we can throw away unanticipated cultures in our own areas of work. Therefore, our comrades, has been during the day injured as you know and fortunately he has been administered to the point of him being freed to go home. With operative conclusion gathered in ultimate speed, he has improved and at this particular juncture has recuperated his strength.”

He looked at the rigid faces of the three Kalsingas and noticed their ultimate end gathering a list of analogous with corded impunity which was once diminished in the shadow of indecisiveness. The ubiquitous hour of the latest had last of all replenished in the promising Michael. The Singh had worried maybe the worker may rebel and strike with formal demands against. Other than, the sanitizing position had tranquiller their token in the team in a free format.

Cheti Singh requested all the workers to be at work next day as latterly names were read and the labours dispersed. The mixing had not aligned and so not completed. There was work. Olili beamed on it as a branded idea. The Singh lingered there as if performing their cults. Of course who knows how? Chason took his way to stage two. The only surprise in his feelings was how he had not got tired. In weight he felt like a flying eagle in the rocky jungle of his air.

He honestly just wanted with his full intend to meet his friend Harun Musumba. He did and by the time he entered the keto of course he was in and quite in good position to cut his ready meals. Like it was ink had tripped into a jar containing pure colourless solution. It did not matter for Olili had greeted him and so, was silence as mind of the ready meal went in his calculation. He had made some ugali and mingles of the leg meat, some potage was and, annoyance shortly caused by him. Certainly was rasping to another kind of meal, maybe the putten kind.

Olili understood but did not count on what he indeed understood. Here they shared the meal that was merited for supper and that was all. Then they had polished the meal as each one of them drank some water as life turned on its

own. The idea of Harun having an aversion to share the meal was only some greedy but he had barely reception his counterpart. In his intend wanted to score it solely, instead he had looked like any angry snake sneaking towards them for the kill. However, what he could do was to eat as much little as his own imposed inside solution could offer his.

Later dishes were washed after Chason had gathered them respectively with interest that cored into the day‟s proceedings. This one was inclusive and his day‟s series. All was done in silence apart from the action aid that involved the knock of dishes and thorough thrash of water in the burning dish washing basin. Then he took for the bathroom and as his mind could go with the left speed. He returned in the keto and found Harun already left. Of course very natural with his lean; the Musumba lean.

Olili had some money, Michael had given him for his good work and therefore, he went to buy milk and some bread. He made tea, eat placidly part of the loaf and prearranged for tomorrow as he had thought well to sleep devoid of anything else. It was of creamy perfect sleep that ended with complete hours; tiresome included into a perfectly through rest.

The first pullet crow it was as others did merge in contesting tune with swift waves of other cawing stork birds. It was dawn yet stork birds were in the air. He wondered as the next crew of crow birds again on their own cawed in frequent calls. Quiet it was and the last he could prove with was the flashes of lights through the door gash. He yanked out of bed in the speed of the tai-chi bullet hurrying with time to capture with distance. It was in his time walking that would only cover opportune hour in his reveries on side.

If only nothing was else but sure to remain with any extra for his terminal preparation nominal, was the motto. Again to his fantasy, he felt a moist smile by realizing that his tall legs had replenished his likewise panic. He was happy that he felt his body very prevailing being the best example of his own verdict. By remaining thirty minutes earlier than eight o‟clock starting work time gave him a sole impending juvenile.

The work commenced and the day was over. Over and over the days flipped each other as he improved from one good thing to another. In this flow of

days and things, Cheti Singh loved his work and him so much that every little thing here mattered. So, Chason here increased his desire and it had become an allegiance than an occasion. He later came to learn that Douk was terminated from service following his injury as from the doctor‟s token report.

The sanction data was over his delicate feet nerves in such likes of services he had long grown into. No problems with such alignments, the Singh were the winners. In this situation, the case was somehow ruled and he was paid some money that was not supposedly competent to the loss. Then again, it was left there like that and that was all he could notice. He will know later from Douk himself.

One of the excellent twilight Olili had opened the mind fatal folder of his to Harun concerning Douk. To him was all mischief, but in return the recipient Harun turned all of it in assumption. It was to him like a mere bundle of weeds thrashed in the myriads throw the farm tunnel. There were a thousand of the odd Harun had witnessed, leave alone told. The therefore hissed away the matter in mere factuality. He had worked many years with red Indians. He had known their ways and reputation for both. Even almost spoke their Sikh languages.

It was like he had killed joy and therefore he left it there as he could change the subject. The said Harun to Olili had come into the city longer than. The period could only be in about twenty years or more by only two to one. In history Musumba to Olili was the fourth son of Simon Manasi. The village was of Ikoli. Far it was from Olili‟s village but of the same division called Malombe; the Malombe well known on its own.

In his type like Makonde history, asserts that he married a girl known by the name Akita Kerio twenty years ago. One night as from his secret notion from Harun, he fell sick as he could explain, “then again, I fought my way through impatience on all occasions and halfway my curiosity was bewildered by my determination as dawn had drew closer. I gathered small sleep but sweet as battered with by violent situations in the later. The pain had ended.” He explained all he could remember hitherto. He was fresh with that memory of pain as if yesterday to him.

He had said as Olili felt sorry and wondered how? Half, he was frightened by the story and therefore not at all happy. Harun had forgotten everything possible but live and active in a giggle that ended with distress in that mind of long unwavering trade fair. His eyes were sober, his face direct and at last he took a deep breath and wiped his chin. The descent clench of his fist had assembled his lips in one fist set. The expression it was to the young man, detailing to him in brief that, human is to error.

In Harun, an adage, maybe old enough to begin its yellow growth in complete blossom of he was in plain mingle in numinous state of constant worries turned into hysterics. He was not large but with the normal body as one shaped by the rough world he had accepted began with every struggle. In here and there, he was an expert with a claim of start again. His age as he now identified himself prior to one could begin with face, it was.

Three narrow lines had, half moony skull, was with eyes solidly were set. The flesh had not worn but taut and by well being fifty five years and half of it driven in that living. One that had not touched his physique but the long chews did. Anyway, it was an episode of his sad moments and Olili noticed with contentment. That was previous to and now he had sold that exorbitant sort of secret to his young fellow colleague. Olili gave him fifty bob as he could not stand the pleading eyes for nominal to advent.

Olili had sliped out of that dusty road of Lea and her mistress colleague. Eventually Musumba picked on his matchbox and lit his deserved tobacco and off he walked with his towed scapula.

He disappeared out of side as Chason was sudden being there some enhancement for there had never been another endeavor for him towards women. Thus changeable, it was and Chason had liked the way it was in modus oprendi of course if to be lucid. To him it was like Harun and his likes had lived in that branded fool‟s paradise for they were orthodox. The one harvested in the land of fool‟s errand and too intricate mazes with ostensible labours. Natural labours for sure.

Olili had stood on his own feet now with potency to see each into the face of any expression. By all means, he accepted his cup he deserved without handle. It

was from the second part of Harun in the city life after the cause of his action. In that particular focus he had sorted the same parts that had expressed the episode in their lineage with aligned sanctity. It had started the way it had come easy to him Harun. The scarcity in the so called mujengo had brushed away his darts of here and there some years later.

The one said easier to find had become hard to get on the local market of the entire hustlers of laborious. Here he did enjoy explaining all the difficulties he had incurred in the period. It was in his notes. Oili notes as he supposed having enhanced with such strange details. That way, Chason had compared the section based on weird symptoms that combines stress and ordinary demands of nature.

Maybe many favours or perhaps they fear having cash in their pockets for people will know and by knowing they will be disturbed. It was particularly for the queens of lemon in their ordinary hustles. Or maybe to the major fear, was thinking and by fearing contemplations, they call stress, floats into drinks and here they will be free to talk nineteen to the twelve.

Then afterwards no one has thought nothing and then sleep and stress have died them a moment tactless and free. He cogitated and left it there like that. That was the way he had seen it the Musumba in sanction inclination propinquity. A latent reflex in reformatory only cultured in the same catalogue that could not be found anywhere else. Chason had lived with it but could not be a part of it. It is on particulars as if opted.

In one way they were saying much and causing little interest by not looking forward or anticipating. It was to him lack of purpose for life had gone like that as he had profoundly been given the episodic hard ways. Again it was with all kinds of moments in them. Those who live, live with it; those who died, died into it. The same were and so, in various instances reminiscent to the recent Douk Lanek.

Of course people eat, drank , laugh, loved with peace and with small shoulder word, and even peace broker into provocative like Boaz were there with their own preferences.

It was there in the slums of Kawangware, Nairobi city. Life was like that and those who found it that way, got into it that way. Otherwise, some strangers

in the city, likes of Chason had diverse dreams on different echelons. Before them, those after several melancholies got it to the point finally.

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However, some with no ado had double ingress to reach their goals. Like that and was like that. Likewise, was thus placid and instantly initiated to new comers. Traditionally, here maybe was in the cow‟s tail. An obscene born of the badly buried along with the initiations. No prurient to half the umpteen in the populations of the slum.

Here it was appril and now Chason had been fed with all the categories of the slum custom and their formals. Since he got his casual job, he had tried his ultimate effort to keep a mind on Harun. He had become the real person in a way of concrete manners, Harun once with few changes gathered here and there fitted like any pasting imagery. Olili had never talked of anything concerning him or grumbled on no matter which whether good or bad.

Certainly if he could minus good from them was not less than their presence. Only he had acquainted with in many things he felt would cost nature and not his impede in any way. Possibly was to react on some that would be agreeable to his mind contemplations. He was ready to think well and probably apply to convert thoughts they call names like stress into advantageous utility.

They had been in contiguous talks with Amos who had gone lost recently for three solid months. Now he was and Olili did not ask him anything by feeling so sorry for complete vanity. It was a difficult safari which traveler feels for themselves without complain.

“I hope it will impress you with impunity to share some funs of the ancient safari rally at closer vicinity. I think you would be in a mutual vitality to view the distance races as ever told of in the village at home. It is here. I daresay to mean, it starts here.”

“I am glad to hear that; and am willing too. I will organize for fare.” Olili retorted.

“Oh no…no do not be worried, I will give you a close company and both of us will cut into short walks in ways. Instantly we shall be in the capital city. I am never threatened by the cause or such mere jumbles.”

“Jumbles?” Olili had no idea what it means.

“Yes, I mean, to bypass the labyrinths athwart Lavingtone here and after a narrow valley, we are here in Kileleshwa.”

“Then?” He intervallic with high flares of competence being infatuated with to know those places as fast as he comprehends.

“You seem to be in a cross override, do you not?” Matombole asked.

“What else, go ahead?” Olili retorted in a pouncing voice. Two age mates had nothing to loose in their generosity. The advancing zest into life had a ride to their feminist. Especially he Olili.

“There is a junction to the valley road after state house. The road we shall use intersects with after a cross road to upper hills then we have reached uhuru park. That vast field is where people rest. After their city hustle, besides Jivanji garden, here they come to rest. The sceneries as you will come to view are thus scenic and all the features in camera industries are all on display here. The grounds are free and photographers gain fortune here.”

Olili nodded with calmness as he figured how wonderful the city was despite his first visit in a crossway.

“I see!” He said at last.

“Not yet. We shall merge uhuru highway round about, cross the traffic lights and walk straight along the Jomo Kenyatta avenue short pavement right. After the right turn to the shoulder Nyayo house, in a short distance just across hug to holy family cathedral, here in a blink eye stands the Kenyan conceit garland conference center. With it a flirting crown, the rest are there even the monument of the late first freedom fighter to win is there.”

“I can see. I read many of these names in the book of our own nation achievements. The one for the constant reminder they call Freedom At Home. I daresay one which has left nothing about this uhurus.”

“You mean the one that was to let everyone on the way to know home and how that home is to be made by us to look like. I mean hard work in the gotten change, freedom and success which none will never require ideal. I as we got it in struggle, we shall not much accept to misplace it.”

“It is true you know.”

“Why not, it gives no daily zest that goes into our own desire to act and never will any of us say I was not there. The whites accordingly gave us independence and ideal success.”

“Jesus, it is true again my sweet pal. Now we know. It is true for we cannot win and sit ideal.”

“it is a most prudent one, I daresay, a wise marjoram, so good that you will like to teach and learn about many things that we forget instantly. It sails from rural to city, town and back to rural. I mean in the true illustration of devolution in full functions. Otherwise, if you feel like you would want that book to reread that never bores, you can have it after the rally. It is with my sister who lives in Jericho. I will bring it.”

“I will be grateful to do so. In the nature of reasoning with the parts I had not.”

They discussed about many things they had read from their book of tradition in youth references that will be taught to reveal in the minds of the generation that will ever say, „even me I was there and again here.‟ It is in the digital profile and utility. Then they moved their talks to Congo and to hustlers of busaa fun like Harun. In addition to was their genial insightful in their active bounty between end and mid month too. Like that and it was that way.

“Musumba has built his mind in that world that, when he is in the keto never feels complete and utmost counts it as a lost moment. He shows signs of impediment, crowns unsocial impatience, as if one performing unpleasant duty and instead of being unable to decide. However, when the hone is in hive, the harvesters will dance from his place of impassion with a first shake. You find him running a budget on busaa in strict conclusions not omitting his jolly hours.

Their femininely juvenile I daresay. The kind that had no task but only being made to be thus.” Olili said.

“Feminists rejuvenate on something of their own not that kind that bents at once even in cool days. In the club, they are free and jocund but not when it comes to people like us. Someone had to settle the impossible with sudden interventional charts. He himself had failed to learn access to his control. Again, breaking through councils of guidance to the city stranger in them is far thoughtful than a bleached cup of milk. That has been a few months ago. I think!”

“You do Amos, he never lets others know his whereabouts when he has money in his pocket; yet money and his cause both are his completely.”

Olili had escaped various traps that had crossed his hill of behavour in nature between alcohol and drugs in culture. He could meet the expense of to buy for them but not in his nurtured taste. The film of demanding lips had been shunt by some others being thus ravenous on their table refills. That was the Musumba table that he was to do several refills in a short time. The thin spaghetti had been bulky towed as the passing expression traced the warm grain potage down the lower chest. Ostensibly was nice to them with natural competences.

The valve that allows that food was with the timer recusant busied and with constant force was twitched with intense pleasure. The sieved slugs obey on the instant tug at once and in less than a moment someone else had taken over. That way and that way and Lea with Julia would be selling. Olili had seen the film and next weekend after and before easter was gearing to make notes. Maybe he will write a book, „on men taken.‟ He supposed and left it just there. Possibly that was the title.

He pensively supposed it hard and far difficult how he could change into a far uncultured reputation only repetitively seen to please people who had already botched. Disastrous long time ago and not now; anyway, he thought. He had only encountered into that formal without any of his interest as the mind film was not a part of his main reason of being there.

The relative fact on the point towards his tour that way was to see if he could run into any of his relatives from his mother‟s home. Nothing else was but if he

gets materials for his research was a satisfying. He was there today and last twilight the crane bird had knocked hoods several time and he could recur. Conco was attractive with people and vast with such activism that fall in the door nest of potation jungle. People dropped in from many other areas to drink and purposely meeting other lost relatives. The core it was that cohered, the mutual. From Kibera here they were, from Kariobangi and Dagoretti. Donhome and Mukuru kwa Njenga too. Cacie and Kangemi combining Westlands were. It was like a convention place for all who were with purpose in all predominance of forty two tribes mostly Luhians were.

There was life and in it happy. People danced, drunk, with joyous as sellers did so. Many things here and there were bypassed with orders here and there. Plain quitters and junk boxes were plenty for music. It was a shilling play for one vetted record in the huge booming juke box. At mama Lena was fully selling; the next corner of Jessica were and et-cetera and et-cetera. Good it is for people to be happy.

Olili substantiated but to him, he had to rethink once more in that impulse that gathers a certain inclination. He wanted to find glee but not to be made to be exclusive of any thought. Just to drink and smoke to be happy was not a common thing; but was found in the capital city. That was a flock that had original roots in the loss of appetite into other things without up stair maneuver. Either was pepper and salt or just plain lack of interest in life in long terms. He was razor sharp with his sanctions.

The most astounding one was alibi concluded by latent things they call surreptitious. He was wondering what sort of clandestine alcohol would keep in one‟s mind while the mouth was open in every word contest. The seemingly enter the club silent and shortly the silence becomes a louder noise than the speaker. Was that a secret?

At the popular place of Julia and Lea he flipped and drifted back through intermediate time. The worst of all but not predicted one was through the rolling mists of haunt, obsessive dream that never left them whenever he bears his presence there. In that jungle of predicaments once left in a bad state and… the drunkard memorized the images on the focus but had tried to push them out of his life only to rise up and attack him.

Maybe is inflaming them whenever the memory is gone and refused to stay buried? Without memory, life is lifeless. So, was constant drinking or smoking, not an increase of memory or loss of memory for each of them wanted no stress. Supposedly of course Olili could not enter any final conclusion that could have granted him a final data to compete with his own fighting mind resort. He was focusing to any idiomatic factual which had customized the avenue differences that mutual that society.

The common of all was the habitual in the hoods of believe into anything that could not make the same foe they fear being them. Olili had up to now not sorted the relation but it came to be a chase of fear into some real things men and women are meant for. Maybe bringing up the family they could care to give a proper future and so on was a part of such fear. He thought.

To him was a sort fear that had scared a jackal from the furious woof. They both share nocturnal lifestyle, drunk in the same well even eat ones hunt in diverse timing but fear was the key. That aid was between them only. The control over their freedom was cored in drink with this human. The best being his keto colleague when he is broke. He feels life unworthy and even could thing nothing he does not even do either sober or drunkard of drunk. It was the meaning.

Here he was having stood all that long at the central club exit of the popularity of Lea and Julia as from the lit neon that never go off day and night. No moth could be seen but oju insects in the tunnel were. He had no feeling over anything but libertarian royalty a peering frame to the front. He had seen many things and many people but none interested him. Now the most worst that set him the palpitating chaw of other came.

The band master had insisted on his voice, the soul master Isindu; whose voice was of a far malodorous, was of a quail whistles. As in his rich note, it seemed to grow out of the organ. Soft and serene was hovering in the air. It was chased by other dark, somehow brutal notes of the music set in mutual and at once. Gradually then, with a rapid even, pace the note uncurled physical things that pushed them back into their positions gasping.

Then that voice, the climax grasped them and buried them in swirling under current until they felt they were drowning. The tone figure was alluring, harsh

unsparing as nerves bulked to the brink of busting. It was so, yet somehow passionate, to some people like Olili, could sort the counterbilities of the dancers in another world perhaps the far end of Pluto.

It was in the vigour of Shem whose talents drives away stress at only one magical touch. He is the patron of constant worries reliever. Basically he is earth mover with a plate face suitable for his ordinary comic excitements. That Shem; is a good one with people. Olili had supposed for the first time; for the Shem could excide of course the entire battalion of Pharaoh. The flat face of Isindu had kept him away from others but the voice was the matter. Strong, blended and with an allocate pea fat with an answering purpose.

It was thus prudent and he Olili was also becoming. His eyes large and round with attacking flames that had its, own friendliness with the present generous action. Women who had given up to life in the vein of Cheri Ivon had found comfort with Shem‟s art. It was nice like that. Such comforts are only found with slandered life advances that lies in the unexpected crafted from the youth moment of desire. Same overrides to be precise.

Guys had secured jobs in the club. It was along his research by unearthing into that. Jobs not hard enough to find; to process busaa, was among the accessories of its endeavors. Then they may serve as bouncers with stiffened torsos believed to act on any rough incidences. They were the club head prefects by the handle. The horrifying services were paid by a tin of busaa in terms and no matter how precarious it was. But then, to them and the recipients, a used moment; just like that.

Those in love with Conje‟ fists were there with every attack from nothing but sheer in nobles. They were according to his analysis people born of nothing but quandary. Predicament was their strength gaining influence. This type of life had gathered another change in Olili‟s science of nominal studies based under alcohol conversions.

In his geometry, the surprising thing in such events, people would only love to watch others hurt. They felt good when they saw a fight between men and women. At first to him the place had exhibited a placid, cool with splendid normalcy. Devoid of such frenzy scenes of inaccurate minds, it was. However,

now nefarious as from his judgment; scuffles broke so evenly from the nearest club that will send the play in the open space.

Then the open space within the tube walk that amalgamated the flow of intersections was one on every after curve to the next. No one had ever to him done anything that could come on his own good reasoning. Other than, only judgment of every sort of alcohol closing stages in concession that one could say. Maybe in the answer that busaa gathers to people who drink without any indented reason. They were those guys who do not know the value of peace and happiness but for them to be happy.

On the contrary, the sky was transfiguring its beauty in stealth as the shadows were now half side up and lean but the space was quite limpid. The bright sun flashed with attracting beauty one will never dissatisfy with. It was well considerately centered at the far exhibiteable punch over the bending sky. It was the flopping western sky to be precise. Harun was up and Olili saw him. The, expect of Olili in that particular juncture was to find any relative and not anything else. Again, if there was, then that was head over ears; his own.

In mind like recording the action analysis on the event for his driving adventure with men of Congo. As Musumba doted and sniffed in his own mannerism, his colleagues had glared eye shoulder with no word that had narrowed their endless silence. His body had clicked aft and fore with his feet unstable. The muscles clicked a twitch as sneers of sweat had left some signs of gliders.

Olili thought at once that maybe his said dead father was like this Harun posesing such extraordinary normalcy. Now on such countenances, half frenzy in that world, Olili‟s flashback had branded him a new thought. He had been in many things dangerous scenes at the shortest stay with this Harun. He Olili was extremely unfriendly with busaa and the amicable substances that drive the cause. He thought with interest.

The day was fine and good for him to see his mate walk with logs under his steps towards the keto. The time was 3.30pm. Normally it was heading late in changes of drunkards events in early eventide. It was an appraisal towards improvement and Olili did not approach him but walked at the other side of the

road. It was a spacing ajar his rear. He enjoyed those clicks of the struggle as his feet halfway failed but with the in concrete control. Halfway, he smiled over the kind alcohol defeats people.

It was successful and they arrived at the keto. Food was made and was delicious with given energies that towed his enthusiasms into the next exit of the following morning. It was daybreak and he groomed up patent then set off to join Amos.

They were up for safari show at the base of Kenyatta conference center. Shortly they were in concert and the time was six thirty.

The rising sun had short fingers through the thicket of the high foliage. The struggles had bounced the rays through tall trees across Gadina village center. The lined heaps of the ancient eucalyptus trees in the late Mburu‟s homestead mobilized their silhouettes up hill.

CHAPTER 9

Now here were these kinds of crow birds that had never forgotten their feeding grounds. Consequently, three to four, for the last one had arrived cawed maybe informing of its initial arrival to others and the environment. They were now on the roadside litter on their self.

The narrow road that intersected with the tarred Chalbi drive were another large number of the crow crews and flew from the flowing in and out walk of people forward on diverse activities. The silence between them had not ended but with natural murmurs here and there was. Chason took closer glimpse on various vegetative bounties in silence to search for something that would access his zest in his notes delves into. As he rewound his prior description, here they had reached the scenario of uhuru park and it was 10.30am.

The indicated was the time legalized for the rally to begin and within their hasty hour; Olili could not expel his zest. While he gave his admiring glimpse at the tall storey, like the general post office, Nyayo house just a shoulder eye, after was the conference center while on the base of all Saints Cathedral. The previous depiction of Amos was befitting his mind schedule. The far side was the twinning Times Tower somberly in the sky with reflective blue glass windows.

They were the states assets in brilliant self exhibitions within the capital city. Chason had zeal to know the nature of functions in those exorbitant states assets. What Amos could provide was less than his full intend. Like what he could only tell about the general post office was fewer in functions of the stamp sales and common letter deposits. With parcels deliveries, was not new as well as that was all he could gather.

So, in this case, Olili had to do the rest of research with the manual directory on official duties based on each departmental elite. It was to be found in the mutual function data manual to be specific. It was after the dips in his notes. The shortly called it past as they took their positions in the umpteen that had bored rigid in the capital city to feed the eyes. Eventually the rally started as the national anthem had sung.

The first car roar gave the impression in the bull roar within the venue of the beasts contest. The driver of the car Toyota Celica, Shaker Mehta and his go driver were shoved off for start. It was seconded by Joginda Sigh with his Peugeot as the hissing speaker had long gathered the formal and so it was like that. Turn after turn was until the first ten cars were off. Oft were dismissed in intervals from the venue. The busy city was filled with busting of louder exhausts pipes with the twa…twaaa…twa choruses could seize the air in perceiving both eyes and ears. Finally, three hours later they could call it quits. The changes in his obsessed mind had added value in his start. The current of blemishes were decreasing every time he comes across a different change of scene. With Amos not clear but always with unconstructive authority towards his education continuity.

Once he sees Olili, he feels unstable with many incomplete steps but had hit a dip on its county starts. In essence he was not yet oriented but was to. However they shared their moments and thought to explore the other side of the southern city by walking along valley road. It was the one that joins the Harlighum and Nairobi, Kenyatta hospitals. In addition to was athwart the bordering wall headquarters of the armed forces along Agwings Kothek road. An eye to the nose prior to be was the hip to thigh Silver Spring hotel.

In their preview, the day was long and slow and the evening was still far. Therefore, Amos had predicted in his preference to take Olili on the route 46 all

along to Kawangware from the capital city of Nairobi. Before then, they had shared a quencher across uhuru park as they watch the canoes in the swimming waters. Now they had reached a place Yaya Center and here Olili could take in so many things including crowds of people; white and blacks. The parkings were full with car, drive both in and out as others stood there.

Those that drove out merged with the Akwings road either driving along or across or down towards. It was a busy highway to valley arcade place crossing to Kino. Olili was on his own inside adventure and in that episode he could not escape with.

“Amos,” he called as they had reached valley arcade when his flashback in his read only memory decoded aft the city center. “In the crowed I could see the monument of the late Hero Mzee Jomo Kenyatta. Is it not what I read in that book of freedom? Only that I missed most of the things involved.”

“Look, there are a dozen things in that book people must see by their own eyes. Besides, was the text evaluation? They are truth established and with meanings we had read about.”

“The Nyayo hand of peace and unity and love described as three friends that were supportnate to that rod of freedom up wards.”

“It is on the left side of Serena hotel. We only missed it shortly.” Amos answered.

“Anyway, I will get along with all this in acquaintance with.” Silence had taken their place as they paced gradually having now reached Congo.

It was now late evening and the day was still. It is a long one and Olili thanked Amos with great desires and left him. He had excused him as Amos took his way through the alcove of the slum combat. Those are his business strong holds; a spot lit of his grass joined customers. Olili found Harun sprawled on the bed akin to a tired donkey in its funny way of resting in the plain yard. Chason had not bothered any none indulgent in music of interfering with others reputation. The killing hangover had raided him and taken the entire possessions of his gumption with demands of appetite loss. Olili did not gather any feeling on

such personalities but took care of the obligatory chores. As well as that was to him perfect to refit his concentration.

He had some notes to make and it did not take long after tea that he drafted some three of the A4 faces foolscaps. By staying emphatically to give emphasis into the events of the day, it was in the city center. The closest edifice that had to epoch with no share in any of the day of the human confrontation was the autopsy of blur of the likes of Musumba. But then, with a story he had wanted someone else to know. His other minds had only supported to notice that the said likes of Julia and the rest had none come of them for their event necessity.

As sometime more often, it is part of his narrations in down bore of his analysis. They had milked him to jet his moral but not in any relative concern when it came to their notice that he was out of skin. In major regards it was during the early warm pot in the concept of the Easter holidays. That was when they showed up in the heavy collections. Only it was sanctioned into their geometry as part of their ruling disappointments. The one to send Chason on dispatch to find a place to lay his head so as to pave way for the geese to rest on the grains and wake up with the same.

The great effort for the nearest lineage had fattened a tooth and for the same he had grown strong as that was a part of his new thesis. He apparently had learned how to grow strong especially on each of such intuit. In the first place, the stages that sailed into top guns were a place to sleep food and soap plus accessories laminated in the sanitizing catalogue. They had blasphemed futility as part of his silence. Mild vendetta! Only tactics eloping into true consciences of his moral was against the mutual harmony.

It was as though the creator of that lineage and its ultimate concepts had noticed the gaffe. Along with, now the interior of hierarchy had made to live with it as part of that history. Likes of the best was Harun Musumba. Otherwise, the penchant odour of the fore, nights in those walls had lingered into his free nostril in every breath answering with a solution of ethyl ether like.

The stink it was of Musumba reputations in the soul habits of his mates. Plus, was in concurrence of the bath rooms he had ultimately hedged in. to add in concert were pots of needles that had magically that had been pumped into his

throat airline. Perhaps; He supposed as he persisted on the queue for it was a long slow moving one. The day too had accepted his issue of freedom to drive home his desire.

The account he was to open that day was for his future plans he had thought in reserve possibly to maneuver into with his enthusiasm geniality. The keto chores, his outfits and rational tasks had given him an entrance for forward balances. It was in the post bank and the hot day had not left him with any flying sweat down his spine. It was not because of his jumpiness but with the natural climate was. The man Musumba had gone for recess; after all the keto payments were on his side. Moreover he did not or had never pasted the formals of the city with an active visionary. To his common sense, he had supposed at once how people make walls to have ears. Maybe Musumba had known his vision incognito. That to him did not matter for the fact was that, he had a nature of that demeanor factual film in his instinctive face book.

Visions and dreams are not common favours for it is easy for one to ask one another if it was possible to have a dream without sleeping. Then the next may say, „maybe a vision,‟ and so on and so on. With Musumba now had changed as not from his nurtured custom but it all went with change of his job from casual to a complete monthly scaled wages. With mid month advances and odds had carried him out of askance.

The Coronation Company had offered him to the owners of Hamilton courts. He had authority to take care of all services and together with garden care. So he was thorough and fit. It was in Musumba‟s accomplishment and apparently felt it boo to the goose. It was his ultimate cached for so far the occupants of the court; the red Indians inclusive had liked to offer him work and they had loved him in many occasions.

Here, from his manual frame on face, Harun was at home and the odds on that; he had been offered a new servants quarter. He was so far done. As he thought of the four distance nights he had spend in those black nights, at one night, he was not at all tempted to respect his responsibilities in the new satire. The unknown vengeance he had never thought of with the first contentment aid was. The well toped up moment had never given him a chance to breathe on his own.

Most of them slept on the floor devoid of ultimate control to him being an intern of hard concept. It was prior in his recognition. He had counted them a thousand pieces of uncanny troubles he had with conceptive concurrence and only aborted. The lengthy habits had extended with far endless contortions that were a part of dislikes of own nature. He wondered why people like his friend; the women had failed to get married. So that they may family predicaments that kind that is most often perceived as difficulties.

One Sunday he was thinking over this on his way to Loresho across Kangemi where he was bearing a visit to one of his distant village relative. Along the way, was to be Douk Lenak he had also scheduled to see. That one works as a house servant employed by an Arab along Mugouli lane. However, his time Olili had walked passed Kamau‟s club on his way. It was full of people being a Sunday and on his way forward, he had attended hours before the first mass in St. Mary‟s Catholic Church.

He had enough time to include his sets of the day and moreover not having been there. Again he had basically to fit into the hour being divisional in such time of his significant, it extended resembling a dhow cloth. The kind that is used to catch wind and so, very powerfully drove the water skiing device with natural force. He therefore gathered his inputs that darted into forward strides of his own picture as he crossed the bridge of barrier that access Kangemi traffic and upper was a road that crescent with Wayiaki way. He watched the traffic as he could only four cars out of ten that had passed in that high speed. The high bridge was full of people mainly idealess who could not leave the habit of no purpose but he had directly got bored.

He had no particular concept to loose in any advance and ofcourse he had enough time to spend on purpose. He turned to pass at Luangu‟s place adjacent. He had a full mind and the Wakinyonga estate description so he would not get lost. He supposed. The taste of the moment did not meet his mind and as a result changed his mind at once; albeit it was there in as his cached.

He walked towards Kidoka place the same rout and contemplated once more how imperative it was to know how Douk was humanizing. Or otherwise in that modus he would be an annual asset. He hiked straight with furtiveness influence that had to recuperate the lesson of the past and in history, it was. Here were

Douk and his nephew who received him on all occasions. How wonderful, he supposed as they met in full hugs.

“Welcome, Olili, how, oh! What happened that a nice mild man of your stature, a classmate, at once a laborious mate and oh, hell. Come. Please to have a seat. You owe me many things. I daresay you mean a lot to me. I was thinking of coming to see you at Ratina but something interacted.”

“Awful one or prudent?” Chason intervallic.

“Not dreadful to me, but to others may be. Of course nobody knows with the same, same people.”

“How do you mean it?” further he sporadic. Silence had in concise been intercepted by pause.

“I had to buy back my academic lessons, bwana!” by breaking through the silence, another one was, and was their reply; but eyes locked with recusant velocity.

The hug melted at once but with a full weight in one way or the other. An old classmate now with the same delayed value in his core reputation claimed his vital vitality. Both were happy at least to prolong the talk over it. Then the last hand shake was from Luangu‟ nephew, with a highly esteemed concentration of vigour, he was. Two tigers born to lead had now come in one solution with the most alternative that had searched into ebb and flow.

“Okay, sit, to sit down.” He was waved to a seat he was gearing to break knees on. At once he wiped his face that had some new sweat of unnoticed gasps of great flows from nowhere. Probably was competing him to look behind into things and that was a part he had never like. Rear impressions, oh, to him was a bore. His optimum dislike; however, he realized that cost and the most oriented factual was calling for his generosity muffled in bounty perpetually.

There was silence but was succinctly cut across by the elder raising an excuse, “I have to get something for us. It is time for lunch but the best is some tea.” He got away on his own.

“What did you say your decision concluded from those heaped choices in your cranium?”

“The old elite, was out of those choices in one decision. I mean, I had to spend what the Singh had thought a waste to me and get along with the adult studies in high school. That sector is preluding into the school break outs as from the new system based in the county‟s special data of aptitude.”

“You did well, more than that, I could think you could. It was based in that same prayer, recur; and it was after this same discussion prior to our no-win situation the same morning. Time is always God compared to the length of days you have taken in this city. I hope your totem had the based on fact thorough lexicon. I wish you well.”

“Six months and here we do exams. I will let you know how busy I will cross the bridge with exertion.”

“I know you; with that old eagle glare on the paper, I have no problematic. I daresay you hope to click for A?” they both smiled.

“I target a minus on its rib the upper breast.” They both laughed. Then silence was intercepted by, and then a moment again on, tea was served and they will three share a wonderful moment full of elation.

For the first time in the city, such moment was his counted worth to commit on the memory than thinking else in the past. In short he explained of his concise relief to notice with and left as his mate Luangu did the same to rise for the sake of giving him valediction in a word of short escort. It was as if they had not had enough time for their last moment in those amicable acquaintances with. However, was enough to break a desire in mutual?

To Kidoka, he took the walk just the way he had thought to, for he had not known any other way to Loresho. Just a short threshold it was to Misiekwe and that was done. The he crossed the highway and the island bordering the to and fro drive the capital city. Here he was on the tube walk, physically an alley that extended the workers of busaa in kilimabogo club. It was and for another far walk, roughly thirty yards, he heard a hissing voice.

He ignored for the reason that, the reckless movements of people here and there and who bored were as many as ants. Nevertheless, the persisting potent of the hisser gave him an iq to notice with his reduced negligence and gaze rearward. It was imagery likely a slid his eye corner and he sort to see genuinely. The arm was courageously beckoning him attention compelling his moments with countenances prowess.

He turned aft and realized full in glimpse the caller who was summoning into his attention. Shortly he shared one moment with the caller in a standstill. He had in his gesture dropped the note of no familiarity in such mocking calls that combines ignorance and contempt resulting into trivial tastes. It was Voyio, the one they call Ilavonga Francis traditionally.

“Mister, we are sited here,” he pointed. “Can you come and greet Viva; I mean Abysai? We are only the two of us sharing something little there.” He waved his hand hardly claiming behind his shoulder as Olili eyes revealed the meaning.

“Oh! Gosh, just in one moment.” He had gasped for a pressure relief in glide confusion. “I will be brief mister, I want to rendezvous with someone up there.” He pointed.

“You mean to imply, Luresho or, because you sound implicit?”

“Let us go, am just in a sort of speed and in it tantamount, I case, I will not bargain.”

“It is on your lap, good boy of God.” Voyio said clear of a pressure relief.

They moved in a short walk towards the club area that carries the usual busaa perfumes. With no exaggerations, his thorough preview had in mind at once hooted the Julia and Lea place. The place though suitable for those who suited there, the glaring faces, the lined tins full and half drunken on the self painted table face, once full drawn lines of the busaa stew were. The drawings and the drinking spaghetti straws were reluctantly there in pure sophisticated meanders like warms.

He saw them and that did not surprise him as he greeted Viva and they both in impression accepted to share their epigrammatic moment. To be in talks of

course it was. Viva‟s eyes had given Chason some few things that did not qualify his amicability no matter how he could conceal it in the no meaning loathsome. It was in that smile tissue. Apparent the oblivious women had oral movements here and there touching men and with funs that did not even give them any pleasing moment.

They were busy with no labour; but constant speed in activities had not stopped them in locomotion in thumb tastes of this one and that one of their male members‟ beer. For he was in need for some data in the eye silence, he saw this and he was only looking for some differences. In one way or the other, he was to add notes in his improving analysis.

There was none but same n their bounty in the likes of scenario to be if to be authentic. There was silence a bit after hum laughter and blows of definite hand greetings. The roughness created once by the hardened tools of mujengo and none was distinguished. That did not matter to Olili but in probe countermining and with his countenance, he could see a dozen things in many people who were and not.

Shortly the two had sat and taken concern with their spaghetti straws pulling in their stuff. It was maybe to first flash in the custom based in drinking habits. Olili supposed with no feeling. It was in their respect and therefore no one had any advanced excuse to access any extra manners. Olili did not take the position; and he never drinks; albeit most of the time offered and it was there. Soon he excused them for the offer as Viva did not like the idea and Olili noticed.

“Here we are, pretty rabbit. As well as you can see, we are only prilaged to share part of our moment here. We are not the far type; you know.”

“The far type?” Chason quothed.

“Yes.” In unison they sounded driving the echoes almost the same in soprano. Silence thudded like that.

“So, then, please complete your desire with no excuse.”

“Cut us beer and, as I can see, the way you had said, and I conclude with.”

“Easy chaps; that is affirmatively put and with my word, wish to cut you two fill. The day seems too slow and with gradual hours.

“We appreciate, joy boy. Let the jagas weaver in the wind but you are the bass. Good news are there you know.” A smile was followed and the cracking new word had at one tag along his shoulders, he did not follow. They laugh just at once and felt each other in tough with sameness. He left joyously as he had not been pressed to bear on. He was a tough daggle nut but to others like vine dressers, he felt cached. He was only vulnerable to keep the sped under control for the drive was latent in one‟s tout ensembles.

He thought about the attack in question from the two mates, Voyio and Viva but only ended in a bouncing vivid imagination. They were word from the always people and was his marvelous familiarity in the city life here and there. He almost beamed when he was mocked by the latest as the voice came in a whistle provoking his mind. Was it an insult or only mere glitches people are peopled to execute stress, maybe hells know? He contemplated.

“The first day we saw you in Ruaha, you gave a terrible impression akin to one who gathers up garbage or street cleaner….” They had laughed a shoulder shake and rib break. He was gathering impatience when a wise voice said in his mind, that such minion mockeries are only supplied in such like incident. They for the reason ignore others who have their right to share the city and of course he could not reach the conclusion. Maybe they were right in as much the previous night to that daybreak was not of his daresay up to the moment.

He ignored that ghoul like mockery and geared to his forward concentration. Those are threats that end with stress and deforming and standing urge to pessimists. He supposed himself with vital for the drive of that vigour had cored him that morning. He was being skeptic and scheduled on natural condition with a keying password; hope. According to his mind and face to be honest, both explained scheme of things.

CHAPTER 10

At later or shortly victory will signalize with some rejoicing; openly explaining their distinctive meanings. It was in the rumoured accessory part in agreement with his employer.

He had heard it go in the air. It was once heard sneezed by local workmates bypassing, maybe in the world of covered stylish life. Chason let that idea pass by sneaking his head. It will come on his way positive and with definite inputs suddenly. On both occasion, those who will want it will, and vise-versa and the as good as for they have their rights to be or not to be; Jealous apparently.

The kings have secrets and therefore not revealed but with God, things comes in open. He supposed as he had crossed the road that pours into the straight drive he was to tale. Some minds went zigzag like frenzy vegetables in a boiling pot. Nonetheless, he had left the two pals fresh in eyes the way fresh garbage glares on the liter bin. He was happy and now enjoying the fresh air of the vast estate that had nice things to look at. Natural beauty was the utmost. They were part of the things that were only as good yarn to entertain a wild goose.

It was their time anyway. They say give somebody an inch and they will take a mile. Therefore, he was not among the ones who hesitate and get lost. He was still absorbed in the later joke mockers with his recent mates. He had cassava juice on a calabash tray and wondered if learning will ever end. But then, was forced to by those who fear any lesson. Force to ignore, yet, lingers a custom. When will people like Viva learn to be made to learn? He could not understand but, it was fear possibly that was once natured into different obscene. Now it had stuck into a pool of conspiracies.

He wanted to be alone like that, but the recurring remarks were part of the story. A contradiction, yet, a lesson to give the learner a key password like his latest classmate Douk. Hard riddles are stand post and not obstacles because they all panel in the same struggle for early risers. A wakening facilities to starters to be lucid teaches a lesson where one would be able to remember always. He promenaded a head with rigidity, shoulder high as though a wind had whirl away fear that he had seen in the eyes of Viva.

An impolite state somehow, itched into his back mind confronting his zeal that mixed into his eyes; Viva‟s eyes suddenly. They had said something to him. However, in such sort to replenish was the answering wining with chances in their bubbling stock. He had to hit the sparrow on the peak. Now they were inch with the amount of drinks they will tug in with flows in tow. He left the stream of

mere thoughts aside and maybe, could only be twitching shoulders in a laughter that could scare a sleeping baby. He smiled at his own fun.

Voyio was a whipping whistle in that fun and so libertised with his moments. It made Chason happy as well. The rattles and the club burst activities had narrowed a tarmac muddle in his current mind but were good. It kept him happy with self replies in it. Voyio had an instinct of grubbing along so promptly through his mutual mildness. Not one whose southern qualities had goal out with the ideas. Not the kind of obese ideology fragmented by the spaghettis in the subtle pebbles to lose his footing. He had the kind of reputation he could inflict himself into for it was not a solution to the difficulties he could add on solemnly to linger zirconium.

According to Olili psychological evaluation Voyio was a talented variety of his own. Places and ideas shared were of the zoological garden with complete protection as their formal places of intimacy. As well as zoned out without gender obstructions. There, those with lovers had their own sameness. Those with women friends shouted, „mukhali wanje,‟ while nothing stopped protrude in their movements.

They could only drink and be able to feel happy for there was nothing difficult of drinking and feel happy. The beer was there, even if it was not, but to be made to be and that was happy. Olili felt it obvious in such trend. He thought happiness to be another cure, for they had found it in that meticulous pure-bred. He had given the impression of a needle that had entered into the red line of the body in what looked like a zombie camp. It was in his mind fun.

The world of kilimambogo was part of his niceness for his added thesis. He was not a classic in life dropouts and therefore even Viva with his obscene clandestine tactics, Ratina had not obscured. His general mutual actions plans in veil had disposed his zealous intent but known by the look. It was and he remembered the French wise man‟s word, De-Gaule‟s word about dignity. So, he was formative on his destined destiny.

Some words were sprays of lethal in his adjacent recognition but in the drive, the same. To him was just the beginning and so with a wonderful journey towards Pluto. His Pluto. He had seen others look at others like completely

forgotten people, yet they were and the same people. Those resigned a side held their do not care faces as these who had recently come to life in job, were on their modus operendi. It was like that and talks in view of waiting to see were, every day there.

It was like that and good as the stew of the brew had formatted mind and habits almost the same in the courteous crew of the same feathers. Those with recent loss of jobs had slowly to suffer from those who recently got new job. Like that and like that for it was like penances. He remembered the Ndieku song and smiled. Oh! Crow birds had disturbed his concentration at the far end of the nice gate. The bracket wall had white painted as was stood three litter bins filled at the far side end.

It was good to patch with different things instead than the witches of the busaa fun in his every step contemplations. Their highly respected tables with island to icily new island of busaa stew in dry and fresh blossoms were a bore with a highway celebration of flies. Some men cawed in drunkard voices, expletive words that sounded explicit to others. Other than, all sounded the same. On the other side, as he had left the couple men who had set his mind gather many things in a short moment, declined with the idea in the same sameness. Voyio had never condemned things but with Viva, he did. In his jealous he had said. “All of us shall endure with each in a situation one is and subsist with it and a part of it should ascertain us to subjugate with. To remain minus one eye floats of skeptics as if we do not know how to live is not life with purpose.‟

It was good but was he meaning ironically, for no one talked until he had reversed the topic? In favour of the late boy who could privilege less esoteric responsibilities. He was thinking and concurrently the ones left rear were their own and the steam was getting into the catch.

“So?” Viva asked.

“Nothing actually but, from the village my son had come the late evening of yesterday. It had given me an added advantage. Voyio said to the envious mate whose nose and mouth hang in the air filled with things they could possess.

“How?”

“I figure that he will shortly have an access to merge with Douk.”

“Join Douk, I mean how, still? Just put me on!”

“Collage, I mean Shianda collage. Only that Douk is doing his library studies to compete in his fourth year exams.” Silence was triggered into concealed envies. He knew and continued, “The money he got from his injury in form of compensation gave him a chance to resolve buying academic prolongation. That had cheered me in access to my present zealot.”

“He never bought us korokoro for the so called wazee blessings. I mean the well wishing spit of fortune fung. The one little little spits, you know?” both of them blew into laughter at once. “By the way, what has your son brought from the village?” Abysai asked in a cruel voice.

“Does youths of these days carry luggage or in any form of rapped food in a bundle? Instead they remain ragging up their rolling down trousers. They have no idea the names we used to call them. Flats in our days and now they only thinks were not there before. The plessure has gathered them liberty in growing thinner and thin that a belt would reject a hold with its value on the flat waist. The flat waised has nothing to gather like a mushroom without a cap. So, only one remembers to position the falling trouser that is down alredy the knee level with a hising hand mindless.”

They blew into a giant laugh that astonished others the other corner. “today or these days young people wears a face of defeat and when you look at things, they cannot affort a short trouser price. Thighs are like this spaghettis.” They again giggled rib muffle laughs between their pull in. happy they were like that.

“Ilavonga, virtue is its own reward.” Viva had broken into the ending smile. “you, see when a person already has a sudden reputation, it is difficult to change it. It is in view of the fact that, others of the same lineage or the driven trend will notice and continue blaming. Not the change but the person who will never again notice the suspiciousness. Here is when it cuts into certain concepts.”

“That one I agree for the added fact guarantee that, if one has too high of opinion or a rise of one‟s abilities, instead something will cut into the pool to prove and make one to look stupid. I mean, life and growth in this boys and girls

is not about diet but too much of the freedom the starters have offered.” Pause and was a swallowed silence.

“It is completely true, lovely lavender; if we call upon our days, who cannot convey the origin to the young people. The optimum initiations based on the top listed conflict in this growing predicament in the core. Domestic negligence in draws of habitual practices lingers failing foliage in every day attempt.”

“Like?” interrupted Voyio with virtuous and cynic.

“Names.”

“How my dearest sweet copper head?”

“Okay! Oh God, if you can remember there are domestic chore with names. Split of huge logs to built shoulders, and with the upper torso with entirety. Oxen plough to build hard rib muscles and strong knees. Building poles splitting; can these not build thighs inclusively the mud in breaks making and with girls, pots on their heads full of water. Balanced baskets of cereals on the way to the mill?”

“I see! Hair weaves and cortex you mean?” Vila interrupted. “I add, the quern. Porridge flour that has let to weak breast feeding and enough milk for the rest ten score of birth rides.” They smiled and lastly laughter as Abysai offered.

“Are we a head on the point?” Voyio asked.

“No. everything has its origin. This was and is the first start of domestic technology. It is where the brain work starts. One has to learn how to get organized. Not calling names. Like I heard a youth say, „these old people called analogue does not know we are tichito?‟” they roared into laughter which was eventually cut immediately. “Already they talk of analogue as a disturbing authority but, no one in us has passed in a major disagreement with the custom. I mean being disloyal with elders and their way of reasoning. Something comes with force that needs control or loose.”

“If one knows the mothers breast, is it not?”

“Yes again how?” Voyio asked in full speed.

“We are the main target. We have learned much of the town life than our concern in formals. What has your son learned for example? He is on his way to collage now; just be honest and do not question me and make a list of your own test. You will have to notice that, there is a mess utterly. Now he will get along with his names they call tichito and all that are in there, hell or life does not matter. Who do we blame, blame tichito?”

“It is not difficult of course, to handle this. This is a young man and the best is to feed him with education and with custom, inductions will improve. A growing person into things basically educated understands easily. So long as he is adjacent to me, I have every wish in aspect to act as a well fashioned analogue in close view towards tichito.”

“Good, those have both as an engineer of potential. Meaning I and we cannot fail to activate the balance on original formals. Tichito was not raised or formed to spoil youth or people for the facts remains, that, even those who created it had a formal ground for the housing towards.”

“That one is prudent. It is a matter of learning and teaching with middle data processors finally that would prompt the new person to realize that analogues are not premature. They should know about the river and the source; the origin to be precise. I wonder how a child is born by you and claim that was there, where?”

“From the potters hands comes something; you and me of course. When something comes in generation and apparently new, people create names and that should be from the old custom. You now understand?”

“I do. Like the Orange tree that was planted during the Haki Yetu progression in the book Freedom At Home. Many things were named even companies.”

“Oh! Aha… to add on was the first name on high goals. Then from it came the Nyayo plus its formal popularities. So, from all these are the key to the learners to notice tichito has its footpath and the path founders are only in analogue. As entirely the source control; you and me; I repeat.”

“That is very authentic sweet pea. You are a relic in your physique. I admire it with an offer this time.” He winged as they had talked in reverence with facts

toward the rising query into tichito data profound. They had finalized with end that precept without a rise or fall in analogue control to linger the claiming father board.

“Other than, it is not over above discussion elsewhere until the fat lady sings. Recur to, if you delay, in doing something, you may loose a good opportunity. Also Viva, in every bad situation, you must not give up hope because there is always a chance that it will improve.”

“This does not care very much about money or possession; especially if they spend it or lose. I dare mean likes of Luangu and this Chanson who have opted on their genius, so far am fascinated in as much as I admire Luangu for having prowess to reverse him on Oriental levels. Of course if anything, I leave him many mind returns. I daresay in his eyes, he is more pathetic on his future than those flocks that went down in flames because they did not change their spots. They have opted on their genius with the steam of vision in their countenances stay on face. They seemingly have their factual rule that spells like to say, „one must struggle to achieve the target in live.‟ They have the instinct drive that vitalizes risks in mutual potential to access potential on change. I mean to deform a formal forum in override in reduction over the outcomes of this deadly Aids and its source Virus.” Silence and pause was as the towed of stew had replenished.

“There is safety in numbers.” Voyio had finalized after chewing three blurs in an inner clench of his chow. He nodded by his own. They exchanged glances as if they had lost past for the new present. Silence loudly had created a gap in their contrary.

The fine air drove a fresh smoother taste to inhale as the joined muffle smell shortly replenished in a far away perfume. One nostril admired the new arrival but it had gone. The club had fully attuned the new influx in physical personae. Women with mates, et-cetera…. It was good that way for there was life and happy moments.

“How about the Olili garden care and the Cheti Singh‟s new arrival of his son from Iringa? Is it true or false in blurs of general words hawkers?”

“Once something is said or has been said from down the chest to mouth, and on face of the ear, it is there and if not it will. Me I have no objection on both.” Voyio said as silence spoke in another stretched silence.

“I cannot side these because, how can Cheti Singh do this? I will talk to Michael. How can a young tupa from the village get such opportunity passed our experience? Here in the city? I dare swear; Nay!”

“Every river has its snake, Viva.” Silence had sent the twitching lips of Abysai. “Besides it is the amazing fortune; do you see not?”

“Nima…. No, it cannot be carrying the least refutation not to allow it, I swear.” He rose and walked away as the name Chason had fought his dignity to the ultimate point. Across the club were noisy murmurs. Voyio clearly heard something that did not please him across Viva‟s shoulders. „I have said, these guys must suffer after school so that they may learn about the city troubles.‟ In a lowered monotony, loud it was as the voice inner force displayed the vibration.

He had only mumbled his incantations of personal greed as Voyio could wonder if he carries ghoul in his eyes and Olili had seen that spell in that face. He was here sitting in silence as though the short break had annoyed him thorough. Face was rigid with difficulties and eyes the same on the spare pan like those of a herbalist evaluating magic. It was his daring fury in the loathing personality.

“Even if Olili rebels the drinking, Amos the fisher will tolerate with such hard disks. There will be no way of escape from Musumba networks. With that Harun, he must learn how to cross the bridge, bwana mister. Otherwise, the distance in average towards his vision covers a number of miles.”

Viva talked all he could vomit as Voyio towed his stew. The slugs in the rigid spaghetti flew with pressure with constant as his eyes walked away without distances. This time no one talked and no one spoke as if they had tasted a word bitter herb. Instead Voyio pulled up the long sleeves of his jacket in a silent gesture as though he had won a golden smile in the smiling contest.

That long glance had only focus on Abysai to disapprove Viva. It was only sheer jealous. Though he. Ilavonga‟s mediation had a unique drive for he saw

nothing new in their talks. Those were real lives in the people and events, decisions and their maker. He settled with unbridled rage and condemned that out of people, likes of Viva were only uncanny in latent things.

But then, they come out of their hearts through their mouth and noticed. However, with Voyio, he never leaves any hanging desecration on any final touches. He had to unify that deformed disbelieve coinsitandial self-centeredness in emotional commotion that resides in his colleague. They walk in concert and now with diverse effort which determines the scale of one another; Chason inclusive.

That is a classic seal of confrontation to break the vase life the next day on the side. Voyio had to creat a fair conduct by being courteous to avoid tribulations at work. Then in his contemplation, the conduit had to keep mum and tug in his brew. He had only one moment to discern a position in control over potation as natural thing and its effective competency. It was in general effects if to be sure. It was left there like that and it is always like that in such like moments. Now Kanini was selling in a high rise.

Concomitantly, Chanson had reached the gate number thirty. The metal flips had been painted black. On the right bracketed wall was a white flatted plastic that had indication button. He pressed the button and little snap responded at once as the daytime guard brought in the resisting urge of agility to prove its work. The voice of the booming watch dog cracked at once and was back to normal. He squeezed his hands successfully together. He admiringly observed in glimpse on other gardens and got attracted with the blossoms of the snap dragons in season.

The, mingles of marigold and the wall climbing golden showers the third gate was so scenic. Others too were with good things and deservingly extreme to keep the scenery in cool averse environment. He was joyous, and in that mirth was a small narrow lined tree street. It was apparently starting and suddenly ending off into a curved falling valley like, and a climb. As well as it was with street signs and another street lamp, all in petite dissension as the eyes cropped away.

Uncanny! He saw it that way. He is used to slums and a bizarre kind of world that had created another replica of his mind in dull imagery having nearly captured in some of his most often routes through Mosongari estate; the billionaire place.

He was happy just at once as there was nothing lax in his mind. The formal was in the present and the prior utility in time was with a highly tolerated determination. The innermost cacophony between lawn mowers and the tree cutter power saw roared in varied turns competing with environmental murmurs. They had in one mingled overhead the natural recipe. He had potency that could not force his sights. He was fore and aft opted by his genial femininity and affinity to drop the cult of a stranger in the city.

He left it that way and anticipated to agree to put his feet down. How? He did not even know but to stand on his own feet; maybe dedicated. He smiled wide. He supposed at once that, some day, guys will put their feet down. „May God forefend.‟ He was pensive in his concentrative vaults. It was in a mishmash of foremost and forelock; the ultimatum that had given him a chance to respond. Just from the prior as the matter in his distinctive evaluation held foreign accents in it.

In his research, foredoom were; as well they had the entire necessary portfolio to notice. No denial, no formal and no vision wash now for it was his determinably screw to forge ahead. Reminiscent to himself, he was remnant in an old chance. Genuinely he was expecting with standpoint of contentment and in his spacing had corded fortuitous. It was in view of the fact that, he had hope. The weapon that never diminishes for he believed most of his chances was not in his lexicon; perhaps lapped in the likes of Musumba.

He approved himself in mind not lapsus linguea but with a second thought. As he was stern in his steel contemplations, a mind that had never been foxy but on tight fray was against his dislikes. He had gone into a certain shape as shortly the gate was at once a jar with the only fce he had very last predictable.

The electric element on the gate wall and the animal signal had instead pronounced his guest hood. It was and here was Orange Mwende the house girl. She had come quarrying her slippers on the basement with subtle contested in her

moral stature to mutual with the normal in the most often share of nature. Chason had not in little moment observed the difference between his needed desires. In the present contrast was to see the face of his targeted home village man.

The desire had half walked in icing air as he exchanged handshake with the brown Kamba woman. He had noticed prior but at latter he did. She beamed widely at him as he did reply. Immediately he avoided the fun as he came in a concise acquaintance with her and utmost he was to be suddenly convinced. “hay, I am called Jack.” He lied, “may I know if you work with Kameloen?”

“Whinch Nkmeloen, Njack, nthey ale nthree in nthis esntate?” “Khamati and Luhya from western Kenya.”

“Oh! Ngood, yenz. Welncome and nto my rengred he haz ngone in a shornt mbreake; nto my wish he maymbe in as nsoon as mpossibmle. Ncome.” They moved in as she had undone the semi open side exit.

“How long by the way, will he be…?”

“Njust mbe ndan, smarnt mboy! What is nthe matter, I hompe you are mplural and nont in a sntate of impervious in my ncase.?” They side glanced at one another pensively but in a lit intellectual implore. None implicit; but with a force that drove them towards their natural behaviour.

The accesnt here had revealed her in deep Kamba origin from either of the natives. He was not sure which, maybe it was from, „I nguess he is your relantive.‟ He had to unify his senses, undo and show the whole of his unimpeachable state to the genius woman. She was between his ages and had laced a welcome that of course an embrace to his obsession in his kudos in visit lock.

He had to linger with his universal rule and work firmly into that unearthly reception. He was done and was thinking suddenly. He was let through the alley maybe an entry alcove to the adjacent corridor. It was then into the servant quarter and was with no great difference with the same domicile structures. It was painted white with half fisted roof tiles. Into his village man room, he sat as he was indicated. A line of stools here was and was easier for knee breakers height. They were all painted with fashioned mahogany.

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He had silently sat as the next entrance they entered through was pushed in slide. She left with no other word. The slash of sleepers through the same corridor gave him another relative relief. It was like that and she was no more in vicinity.

Those were the mutual concept that had adjacently left a succinct flash of happy moments in his improving nature realism reapproved.

He had noticed the lady being, maybe a hour girl or any of the domicile core curriers. It was in her cute state of taste. Possibly it was held in the weekend task that involved short errands here and there as ever noticed in domestic chores. The time was 11.00am almost gearing the Doe Jones index to lunch hour.

CHAPTER 11

The situation was generously amicable with quiescence as Mwende had left a slap of some kind in his middle mind. Or ears were with no consent reaction on human abbreviation.

By doing that, the weight of his undesirable relation on female conduct recurred his instinct rear to his accepted state. He never forgets why and never remembers why; but then both reclaiming. Here, the side gate in that state of boring silence cut the hinges into a squeal whisper. It was done so as from his prior consent, the same smaller gate was the one he had been received through. Shortly there were advancing kicks in a strong man‟s saunter and with that, he become aware of. Soon his village man met him in hand greetings after a concise hug.

As usual in the city domestic reception, the counterpart never feels on guests particularly from village and job seekers. So, here the ostensible smile had not agreed with the eyes in locks that escaped most of the brief moments in their acquaintances with. The voice did not but the face did not conceal anything. Especially was with him Olili who live to read such impressions incognito than they could realize.

Originally it imposed impel compost in the flock of domestic crew in the vein of K. K… That which was to the closest lacerated in shared reputation with Musumba. The kind that was in a careless heeds that, „walls have ears.‟ Those

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were in the lineage and gone a step to realize that, they were in the city and that should be with a purpose. He was quiet. To him as he supposed, he had smite hip and thigh in such kind of starts with short of joy as well; hither.

He was happy as from his apt choices having only made a hay of such decisions anyway. It was like an obscure with air free and hazy too in his lucid agonizing. He was able to guarantee his status so as to in steal his masculine geniuses. He was hard, yes, he of course was; one who will un-give his head.

A concise change of words there was after the last greetings that had expressed the distant relation in the name of village guys in the city. In that briefness, he also asked. “what about Harun.”

“He is also doing prudent.” There was somehow gradual silence realized by K.K through that kind of face Olili might have passed through in that life shared with Musumba. They know his nasty behavious in general. However to Chason, life in that crew was the same as he could not draw a word of scaled gratitude. The only gratuity they have and to him most peculiar, were the sweet words that each of them would pass to him against the other.

Then it goes like that and ends like that in the least patience. All are equinox in terms of slum lives and thus inductive in difference that did not absorb his rigid whiz kid. He was in the focal point to hear and now was the most expiring samples of that latterly build inclination. He had improved a great deal in it that he had started to see it good. More of these guys were evenly worse than the said Harun. He supposed.

Some moments had passed after a brief exchange of village stories in events here and there. “Now, here you should remain incentive.” He remarked sounding drank. “in this golden city full of ripe and rots, you have to incline with the earthly things and also avoid dishonor to the family members. You stay a mile away from the city scum. Olili, all these results into good if you wish to overcome the accusations in these challenges. Just remain to remind yourself of several things at least to face the forces of natural faces of demand that apparently lingers null and void.”

“How?” Olili asked bewildered.

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“I am trying to put it this way, to linger in the nut shell with talks; first of all, remain out of side if you want to achieve from the little that you earn. Keep your instinct away from women who have madly strongly desired to hawk romance. They as suddenly close to quick cash hustle especially men of mujengo like you. Every Saturday they are timely out there, lipsticks overly done, and on work. Hovering in the neon was like moths in free space light to be seen; and no one can escape the baits of Luxor Miracle and Unique Bullet. They are like magic to men in half race. You know what I mean?” he smiled as Chason could only lift his eyebrows.

He was so astonished in that addition wonders with people. One is now lecturing and latterly one bringing club maids to him; which was which? He wondered. It was a glum invigilation that had grafted his general hegemony giving a taste of no hankers. He had much wanted to be a speculated spot in view of the fact that, much of the blurs of common words had complete falls. Being that they were even un-computable to people like Harun and the likes.

Besides, he Khamati and the several trends had no limpid access athwart their reputation. They talk almost everything as a subject og control on the new comers in the city. They seemingly train, induct in the formal here and there like detailed analysis in their lecturing formats. They are all oriented in the subject as a matter practice to do so as to get stories maybe to pass on the next city strangers.

He had no anyone to act a second motion in that situation he was in. the one he had been in if to be specific. He was improving ever much in a day. He could only hear but not alter any elite down over their fatuity they had reaped in remnants. He was on all those faces, being considered an awful part in any material. He was added up the weakest place in such and such role in this and that demeanour.

Therefore, in such film, and because of shame he looked down wearing a frame of unidentified village guy in the city. The features in such fields of difference commonly ironed a trace on his hard work in school it reminded the village crew in the city, that, „if they also will not work to the level of obscure, he would genuinely immerge with a vision light.‟ It was driving to the manner of people of accidental formal and he was the new version in eccentricity in it.

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Several had even tried to apply occult sciences to him and it was not even important for the reason that, the oscillating activities were not enough to give a chance to one to learn. The truth was, the code of odious did not serve well in obliquity; which was also very easier said than done for him. In his pursuit had engaged ideas which had to be proved by theodolite reasoning only.

Theoretically, he had bounty ideas he had put forward to explain ascertaining set of facts. In believe, those men can get into direct touch with God by making themselves pure in body and mind. For that reason, the bypass collection of words or bits of poetry in the tugging along with difficulties does not appeal on this rusty conclusion of their match. At once he towed his eyes in space and at once was replenished a thought.

His position was not to fill in with useless things that had sent daughters and son of the village harum-scarum. In this state, he was like a wild fierce animal which had keen eyes I precluding its young ones. On ever step in the city, he came on every sudden difference. People were happy over their own formal repugnancy with nothing to give those head. He wondered if the flock of such kind had been devoured into natural activities that had stipulated their morals into excitements beyond their level of thinking.

Or, was their success of being in the capital city refurbished their general mentality into foolish they saw wise at the lower weak point by ideating that sensation. It had reached the matter in a state when action was necessary by getting his own affordable keto somewhere and stand on his own mutual action plan right from his present position. Otherwise with such lineage he could not make head and tail of it. He came back on his senses when his host reappeared with a tray covered in white linen.

It was loaded with some meals and shortly, they shared; the share that included some more talks about common lives and the city survivors. Kameleon had continued more than Chason had expected being in one word in every bite and so on and thus on. It was like that and good. Just was done that way in a thick voice like most of the defended ideas by person who examined a degree. The stories this time not bad, more than he could allow, were being about others weakness, yet to him, the saint.

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He of course bore with the same situation although more than compelling because he was the one new and not the stories. None of them ever talks about the new life and the county progression in technologies and devolution improvements. He wondered if those guys live in another world where things are just like that devoid of exposure. The very life that would over spear head into the digital competency was not. It was never but just a bore and stern ambiguity.

He had personally ended by saying boo, to the goose. All the time here and there stories about failures in his nature exceptional to Voyio. He likes him so much. The science of space and numbers in Voyio‟s intellect had sent to a good waiting future. He had done his best to do mujengo and at home buys cows. Then he sells them in a period to pay school fees for his children clothes and food. Like that and like that he does; now his first born is due to join collage.

Olili supposed about that compared to what he was hearing from K.K. and Musumba at the latter. He felt as if the law of physics had spoiled some people with poor applications. Was like poor growth of hill figere on the wall. Here the woman had returned after several hours since she showed him in. she was with a thermos flask, two mugs in her separate hand and here mildly she placed them on the table in a quietly tenet as if she was on any exploratory opinion. She was because; the eyes and the smile both concealed a yearning in unpredictable control. This time she had spared some moments and as human could carter, could spend some time with them.

Along with, she excused them and prior she could go Olili also had pleated to be set free so that he may be going additionally. That sun was going down and he had wanted to go while it was still daylight. “Why woulnd you not not smpend the nighnt here?” mwende asked.

“I may have that wish but I cannot explain for now not to argue with. However, thanks, perhaps in the next visit, yes.”

“Okay mbut nthen as you mai wish. Ontherwise, nthank you in mbulue rimbbone; I andd nto wish you a nice ntravel.” Stifle was. In the first request, the host Khamati had not undone with his silent rebelling face over the issue of spending a night even if it were possible. However, in his pretentious friendly surport, adding to Mwende, was not at all cached.

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Shortly Olili had known and knocked by the clandestine rejection his village mate had completely stashed into the invisible version. Other than, from the old verdict had automatic sense that told him that, „when anger spat in your face, one should not ask but to know that that one is not something that needs personal attention.‟ He was on his quickest squeak; and in his eyes indeed he squeaked.

The Orange said a short orison in noble request to the mighty heavnly father and shortly Olili was let out with a relief that is not thus frequent in the lineage those eyes of Khamati were. It was after the said last word Amen and Chason had only filled in a sign of trinity. Mwende waved him a friendly farewell as the eagle like eyes delivered the rest of that valediction. She was happy for the reason that she had asked Olili for a second visit. He contemplated, that one to be nice and good.

He had promised to lie to Orange for the true fact was that, it was impossible. Frequent visits to those guys add to loathing being not amicable journey to survive in to maintain the relation. From his geometry in the catalogue of mannerism, he had lived on choices to request. It was Mwende who had requested of his return, not Khamati who had only stretched his arm for the ultimate farewell. It was after a short walk past the gate. It was almost in verbal for him to say, „there is only a single chance for visitors.‟ He knew by sights.

Olili was free to think all the way as he took a different walkway towards Kangemi flyover by passing through the estate cores streets. It was somehow silent but with nature, nothing counts in silence for there, lingers murmurs. The distances motor drive would pass, or turn into another road and so on and etcetera. He saw. Walking eye open was a way to avoid those returners in crews of familiarly havoc mongers drunkards from Congo. He was sure of their overrides in the stew and for that matter of fact, in any cross misconduct might end up in unanticipated scuffle.

His memory was like that of numskull to steer clear of unfaithful all the way. It was. He felt jocund having spent the day successfully with express concentration keeping him safe and sound from those who sides obloquy. He had threshold the lower bridge towards stage two only wishing to control those who had chosen go scrimmages. The fast recovery he wanted was in the chitchat anticipation over Cheti‟s son. He was the one who had to arrive as soon as the coming week. One

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of the chances he could also not allow words to cross on with the side work mates was that one.

Those who had stored the rumour in question to him on personal level were; therefore, he did not think about it and so he walked head thigh. With prowess packed into a single vigour, he was as though the air had tugged him or pummeled him both fore and aft in an extraordinary tow with air traffic weight. Shortly he ran into Harun who was closely gearing to for a second late walk at stage two in the club two. He was with no feeling exactly, but the only boring desire of staying un-sober most of their free times courts the fear.

Obviously the date was at the corner and all busaa funs moved in away undecidedly hopeless roam ups. In and out of the club was like tired oxen in dry fields; yet it was only a Sunday late evenings and to the breast will be soon twilight to quell that fear of being seen maybe. In most cases it was Musumba who carried the keto keys and for that reason, Olili had to spend the missing moments at the stage hanging free. Or he could spend more hours with Amos who was the key out lock over the presence at the stage.

Most of his customers on the so called pocket to pocket clandestine walk business were available such hours most often. Funs of the grass were. The late evening in hours was slow and therefore even Harun had taken a thousand mile bother to know where Olili had taken the Sunday weekend. He did.

“I have a wish that you should know the kind of guys to visit.” Silence followed flipped by lonely gesture as the Chason learned to notice with why Musumba had cohesively urged Amos to be his suitable mate. He had apprehended in a vivid imagination the addition. It was the kind of jealous his eyes could gather at once. At least he hit the nail on the head, like one to screen, he stood and pressed himself on one side in a deep yawn. Besides, he returned his action as he scratched the angle of his left arm.

It was answering with a price of twenty bob; and not taking long for Chason to be in answer. It too gave him a salient silent position being the target recipient on it. Shortly was a faint mild shallow smile flipping athwart, was the only reply that explained on several things. One that told olili, „it was a must to give the twenty bob but not to, lent.‟

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The cordial ceremonial formal had been fulfilled and the new recipient had walked away. He had something of his own and so, he would sit in their place. He had left deservingly in geared strides as though on ignited by the key of twenty bob. To Olili was like condemn maybe to remind one of the ordeals out of the ordinal signs in life. He just left it there. The following morning was a fine Monday and so, with early hours, he had furtively gained a new audacity from the one who see into the invisible more of the eye of the sun.

On the side, the atmosphere at work had begun showing the signs of slow locks of errand and genuinely unlocking the gash into redundancy in view of that expression. Final touches in all had been carried out and the new Ratina estate was in every sense of activities in positive sanction. It was on the entire last week. Here he was give a brush of some inch with a tin of emulsion type of paint to do some finishing.

The rest of the activities and workers were not his concern but most of the workers including those who had worked from the start of the side like Voyio and Viva were held for a while. Here, he walked away with his devices. Those who were lucky like him could peer through the glass windows and witness the sad faces of their envious opponents. It was shortly after their dispatch and soon the rest were called to assemble at the side office.

They had to rendezvous with Avalanche and the wood man. Gradually they were paid as the names were bypassed in their standing pension and it was according to the season one had drudgeries.

CHAPTER 12

“Comrades, we have we have appreciated your services here and there, but as they say, what goes around comes around, has been our anticipating challenge here. The work as you can see has come to the finishing point and I appreciate to wish you a fair moment in your courage depicted here be analogously carried enthusiastically elsewhere.” Michael said.

“I wish to add that, in the nearest future we shall need you when our new side is established.” They greeted them all in an even change of hands after Masika had offered them in a nodding acquaintance. It was his cadence in courtier remark.

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People like Abysai could not believe the change as he could not see Chason among them. He envied the choice as he could ask no one for any reason. They amble away in slow reluctance walk; heads on the tail anticipating any beckoning hand to come but none was there. Ten workers were left on the whole side besides was Michael, Masika and the now silent noisy Tom Mulongo.

The slow day had started with sunny strong fingers that hit the force penetrating through the church road thick foliages. The tall bending jacaranda trees had bored beneath was shade with strips of the pointing fingers. The road side medium hedges were well trimmed of the new dark yellow coriander. With thunderous blossom of silver purple, they matched with the creamy sunrays.

Birds of course cawed as others sang with intense pleasure as the present snipe birds land. Three of the long black peaked wonderful birds with sloppy back, heads choppy with no tails had now positioned their hanged shoulders and eyes busied on earth. With thin legs had stood in balance in last weight walking at the far side of the narrow pool. A gang of insects in an obscured flock wiped at their fore face as Voyio and Viva walked precisely and imprecisely dispelling the demanding insects by throw hands. They were many and wanted maybe to enter their eyes they could not fit.

Olili only noticed after a short cry of the reporting or alerting others of their position. Their hoods of the recent twilight gave him to notice his position in the bathroom the latter tough days. They were the two of them. Always two; crown birds with shiny silver white and bright eyes with a full head crown. He just saw it natural and left it there, maybe wanting to be accredited of such times and now, for they were both out there that night or nights.

The crew of the undeserved workers wriggle towards north as with Voyio recurred to how he had offered some useful piece of resonant advice to Viva the day before. Viva had taken it into a casual fact; albeit not perhaps justly or conjecture bin of disdain; but now, it was real. Since they had time to stroll about, they had choices to walk along church road as the other team of Douglas opted to the city aptly for their needs. They had money and in that melting like morning cloud, went undecided to east and south.

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One of the two walked with a face of rejection as if he was on default; Viva worn a face that read a judgment in court of law when one fails to come and defends oneself. He had failed to talk to Avalanche as he had once fumed to rebel over. Of course the latest thought had lingered fixed on his face, his eyes saying things that his mind could not accept. Voyio noticed.

He debased Michael in talks as he wobbled along the road across St. Mary‟s Girls high school. He was looking for a reason fitting for the purpose of being failed. Then their final place was Congo after threshold Lavington Green. They had to take new dissensions for the objective on services was not of any illusion told. Either by mind or mouth for it was factual faculty posed into active solution. Now the latest had declined at Ratina side and that was period likely to them a deep book.

On the other hand Chason was specific as his thought went with the rhythm of his hand held brush. The psalm tone was so recusant in his mind. It was sung on Sunday first mass in the church. He was trying hard to go with the job, the one he had never done before but with that morning induction, his determine speed had gathered the formal at once. He came to understand that people learn many technical things on mujengo jobs.

The mind of his had gone back to his formal friend Harun Musumba and his spend thrift. He was in wonder how awful if only meant earning luxurious that leaves some people without a coin. The money someone works to earn a full month is spending in a half day. He became remorseful, so sorrier that had developed from the way most of his distance home person‟s glare. Their magnificently grazing sights during their season of bankrupts were. He was not with any acceptable sort of travesty; however, he stays adjacently to them.

The like of Harun drinks up to the last coin and it was, if to imagine only yesterday they got their pay. The next day, they are scene like hanging on the club veranda giving toucan impressions. Now the air hustle was chipper than the price of that spaghetti thing. One wills never imagine if these guys talks of speaks when they are sober. The speed gathers rapidly only when their lips gets in the way with the words.

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Now the liquid thorn like comes from their mouth like froth of a spiting cobra. It had recently diminished in the song of Shem Khanyonyi over the mitura and vilenje. He was thinking without any feeling for it residue silver copper format to the team. He worked harder through the entire weekend as he could rigidly thank Michael for the good quality offer that had stood a bunch of colourful aspect. That inclusively was those many among who stays timely awake on casual labourers.

He did not by any means balderdash in loitering behavious by behaving like a storm which the wind blows round and round. He had opted to apply science that deals with triangle in an ordinary fact to the three major trials in the city. Among are of the visible targets of Kameloen description, the Amos and the Musunba spaghetti mile straw ideal. Of course all sailed in the human mind punishment; to him like a song that goes with lack of tone. The latter had caused a greater pain in lives of great number of the city survivors, and then put on the labial.

The trend were in a latterly format of the city strangers and altered to the formal with each consequential and firm not ambiguity. He had accepted the roll of his own traits, to remain like a tomtit, but in the giant server of trinity on each and every event of the day. He had forbidden lapse in his generous action for sure. All it was present in the lives he shared devoid of showing umbrage at. Albeit in unbridled rage, he had to show that he was not among uncouth fellow.

He was all the time framed and face and eyes dilated impunity boundless as all the time a voice whispered into his mind; „if the Lord is with me, who can cross over me!‟ that was his key. He was taking lunch that time with the eight lingering workers after another one had been reduced the day before. The meal was served by one of the trio women lingered to dish out viands for them.

The two other women sellers had left with wry faces the previous day as if to make it seem Michael was at the core of it all. It was in complete view of the fact that leaders are always on blame and the side was complete. This time Chason had condemn them woebegone by marveling why some people decodes the idea so reached and destroys the surface of their vision. On his side, such feelings debase one‟s reliant and debris the show over praised person as he really is in first fear of being.

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After lunch all of them returned to their respective place allotted, but Olili was gestured by Avalanche almost in a beckon hand pointing him to amalgamate with him at the left side of the premises. The later blue Mercedes Benz with the Ugandan registration was and that alone neither did nor mesmerizes his dignity by his shoulder glance.

He was timid to the call and not at all being flimsy in return of being the next to go. Only that he could not see through the umbra screen and for that reason not able to scan the inside to see who the driver was. He was with the half side manager Michael and the rest did not bother him. Therefore, he breathed in it like an occasional benevolent as they both walked their close movements towards the rendezvous room.

“Have a sit Mr.…oh, just have a sit.” He sat as Michael did the same at the opposite table. He had reception Olili.

“Thanks.” He sat. Silence a bit. Pause and a moment breathe of quiescence.

“My dear, boss; this one is called Chason Olili among our optimum recruits and as proved to his tartness. He is observed as the hardest working without lips.” The short nodded, as his silver headed white turban did. On the left was sited Topsun Pailine sing staring sharply over in silence. The huge face once formed by the curved crescent of the red turban having shaped his head precisely in monument curved like. He was good and as his body was. He was well sanitized and that was what Chanson could sanction.

The last was his chance to say his noun and so he did. “It is of pleasure to meet all of you.” They bartered glances that followed their hands in official familiarizing in a rapid spacing as the action sound peculiar on Olili in perspective. It was thus uncanny and with prowess in as much, with Kalasiners, oh! That was manna to him. Topsun had stayed rocky and firm in fact like transom General Goliath examining his army against cowards. Maybe the entire solution part was in his hands of course with a precluding bracelet silver round

Shortly he squared his glimpse that met with his younger brother‟s in a fast talk. He had come new to be a Kenyan citizen on legal immigrant data. He had sat on his left athwart the oval the oval table. It followed after a concise pause as the young brother said his words in cadence.

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“I first thank you for coming into my life Olili. I therefore in my brief nod of acquaintance with, here in this state I have stayed three weeks after my arrival and due to the course of the same business forces, I may need a gardener. I feel so, through short talks with my father, he had mentioned you Chanson.

In my mutual appreciation, I thank Michael for his precise vetting. I therefore, remain in that position until you are informed.” He smiled and silence took over as the breath gradually whooshed into whistles like pine needles. The young man was just about to vault but only did he say.

“In my position I will appreciate the offer and I will also pass my heart willing thanks to you all for being so benevolent.

It is a courteous offer that ascensions me opportunity in this introduction that gathers our mutual similitude.” In English it was and that flabbergast left the three Sikh conduits in that concise rendezvous in an amazing fortune. They exchanged glances.

Chason‟s mind was in this way pensive besides, in every stage piquantly stirred by the drive of the scaled courage. It had added to the least he had plugged from the far distance stages in various grounds. Penitent it was for he could recon with double entry. Other than, he took things perceptively being the subject matter and so pertinacious on his stand.

Well fitted he was to, albeit the subject perturbed the subsequently moving situations. Having no further feeling at any one, other than with Harun and the rest, he contemplated them to one time be, hoisted into their own petaid. So phenomenal it was as he had been held incognito to his ultimate day on the finished side to prelude. The waiting treatment oh, God! In those eyes it was, seen them and only sorted the waiting of his ultimatum.

A chase was to be extended by the same team, him Musumba‟s keto mates utmost. „Yes! Affirmative it is.‟

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The voice said in his ears; „nothing puzzles God.‟ Being the latest whisper, it was in the atmosphere that had no jagged signal whatsoever. He had been thumped into thoughts as Avalanche with the rest of the Kalasingers was deeply enclosure into business yearning.

On his side he lingered placid and mild into his traits that deserved respect over the dignity of errand. He was beneath his self-esteem of course if to be lucid. It is difficult to preserve one‟s decorum in the period one is jobless or habitat. He thought deeply pensive with pain that he knew was a gain. He was observed rigid being in contortion special dedication on words that have two meanings; one of it being prudent and the rest one remorse. That one he knows from the same mind of his. That one for sure he could not borrow.

Concurrently, the ringtone of Rizt mobile awaked him from his world of bizarre in three strip whistles. To Olili he was few yards away from him as the harshness of a female voice from the other end echoed in a Sikh vernacular. The busting of words extensive with vigour as the old Singh walked down stairs. Then the Sikh words melted away as the young son, the new strength of Ruaha concrete to be his boss, with the name Sonrisa Singh excused Michael and him.

He walked away after promising Olili on further minutiae that pertains the new garden service program and its intuitions at the jar of the moment data. Shortly he waved them a farewell departure as he walked towards the parking lot. The argument over the phone with his dad was still in streams of, ha…ha…ha with no ending solution. Chason and his vivid face went in grinning blinks with the old metaphor, „after all, all wound are red.‟ It was according to that day‟s promise exclusive of any negativity.

Adjacently, he was filled with a new wave of glory; in that glorious admiral mind was answering on the struggling given to him as a sign of sorrow for being a stranger in the city. It was dissolving in every stage openly in optima if to be so specific. One day it will be a one time in the past story. He nodded… here were no pain no gain and no tears.

He was happy with the results of his own deliberation and that was in the housing of being orthodox out of outrageous concepts harvested in such wonderful reputations. They are always in an awful mosaic with depressing ends. In another

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world of survivors it was against the job seekers. However, in the old Moses preventative measure, he was. None of them in that obscured world would unlock his influential hope and faith. Otherwise, he was put wise to learn that, he was not alone in that journey of salvation. Pensively he supposed.

Consequently, he felt happy as the cream of desirable lamp rolled down his adams aple the way the brush along the wall had aft wards left admiringly shining of the paint. The work had agreed with his feelings as he started with the singing of his selected hymen. It was the one he knew recently. In it was: „in whatever you do oh, Lord!‟ then was „glory to God in the highest; then it was accepted into his instinct.

One on the mind eye was answering into his instinct that he was conclusively conservative with his lessen complexities. One was on the journey towards collage. He was closing into and he felt it once lucidly adjacent. He knew his way home; the way doves does and in that homage on the way forward. Men do not grizzle and grimace, but live together ordering their lives according to their law and custom. He nodded and beamed.

Helping each other and working together for common aims is the target rule in the turtle bent over head. The world he knew ultra well and not the summaries on Musumba‟s likes being in a strange society where things differs. They had cultivated ingredients to reinforce the practice that was resulting into illusive trance of vengeance of substance. One will ask to whom? Then the answer says self. It rotates among them; and peculiar enough, they never does anything better off than anything.

In their opposite struggles, they most often on the lookout for a solvent somehow related but again it is as though they had left that life somewhere else. While they were with the next one part of it, the next was wandering in the rowdiness mind. It was to be searched from the strangers in the city and of course they remain perfect without any sign of same. These means they have a frequent target in that life that had many turns. He had closely observed it in close spot data. So, having gathered material for his book; were repetitively; yet not for the fat body of it.

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Here as he was reviving and previewing his wits, Michael was. He had gradually turned the door lock of his working room and it was emotionally. He had entered and in a moment stood akimbo. On his face as Olili had turned to catch a glimpse of was beating sides of his inner cavity. He gave an exceedingly wonderful guy with a well groom not easier reprimand. He was tranquil and mild gushing person he was as Olili had halt to climb the ladder of his eyes inverse of both.

Michael started talking to Chanson after navigating his face in silence. He prowl his eyes in browse vividly and found in his discovery that, those eyes were full of specifics with plain feature that inclined to embrace too much of his life.

“So, Chason, Kiwi Singh wills to take you by hand and may I take it that you will keep your hand indeed. That will be resulting to the only found chance in this kind of slow achievements in the city. You are still a fisted ham and therefore you require close endurance. Try to understand and equalize the general ideas only found by chance and wait enthusiastically for your zealot.

Deface on happy ideas and offset hangdogs. I and the woodman are posted to another project. The contact is to build the power project in Kibish, Turkan County.” Silence was as Olili could support the stiff influence. He was extremely infatuated with.

He had never heard of one akin to that and for that fact of interest, he was absorbed in all his observation. “A kind heart is more that scenic of appearance. I promise in cachet to be in touch with you both sweet melons. I incur being in all suits of communications. Thanks and I have a stock of good wishes in my treasure which I hopefully tug with the distance of untargeted missile with no reveres to remorse. Good luck Michael and same to the woodman and with every faith to quell yokel.” Then Avalanche left.

Olili later finished a section of his work accordingly to his schedule having ravenously devoured a lot of his hourly in utility. The time for work on side was over. He waved Michael calmly who had turned to wash his hands after the sweet pea shared in that concise moment dialogue with him. He was happy and Michael too. There was something of a cachet in them both more feminine in hooked concept. It was just left there.

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Three month later, they were paid their final dues as it was complete with final touches. Now it was with the owner‟s launge proposal to be handled by the prominent Lloyd Masika estate agents company having keyed in for the superiority. He Olili had seen the standing sign post recently instilled. Olili was served with a nice and well sanctioned certicate of service and posted to Kileleshwa. The company of Ruaha had the capacity of paying his wages. It was good like that.

All was on the genesis as it was observed in view of its arsenal by his daily building memory. However, to reach Pluto was adjacent to his fingers. Here it was far different as it was according to the changes in all abilities. At the new job in Sonrisa‟s habitat, his wife was the supervisor. Her husband leaves for work earlier than towards the office at the west of the capital city.

It was in the domestic cult of the Kalasinga whereby promptly seven thirty was his reporting hour on work. He had made it pleasing to see that all was on the schedule involving the car wash. Then here for the first week, after his frequent grooming Kiwi himself in a smile, gave Chason a moral pleasure. In his hand was a briefcase he thumbed at the rear seat floor of his car. Perhaps in that juvenile had seen the first thing his eyes had given impression to mistake his rapt.

He hid his froze for it was the perfect wash ever on his car been prior. Then he shortly enterd the care as he had at once treaded his head to be the last seconded to his shoulder. The rolling lines of his two plaited long hair had muffled inside his maroon Turban. One that had genuinely shaped the head on top of his short bulky neck was with a balancing weight onto his huge shoulders. They were the size that filled into his blue long sleeve shirt. This one was under his navy blue coat that bracketed his spotted tie that clung beneath. It was just lower his torso divisioning his round breast muscles. The tie was of Tetelipudo high class fashion.

It was genuinely authentic that way as was added some trouser, the khaki black tied well fitted with a femininely fixed belt gathering his round waist nicely. Some shoes too and particularly were black with blue white spotted socks. He was a matching creature of the office. Chason had seen and to his description flipped his offer to open the gate for him to drive out. He shortly left

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it there as he had to have tea break. That was to follow immediately the wife‟s endow with her garden chores.

The only difference was a combination of many un-programmed errands and done in so many snags. She was Djoena Akida Singh. The one who worn loose hairs, light loose trouser or long pants that are tight around the angles; (salwar worn with a kameez) it is in Kalasinga fashion portrayal. So, here in her supervision had many undone things in a worst mingle that even those done as well still had to be done. Maybe as said was to be in the setting of the Sikh domicile. He did not bother.

It was in a fun that left him dance sing with pure silence in this and that movements. It included; do here…. Oh! “No, leave, come. No, go and take the hedge sheers and prune along the hedge.” In a short while, here she walks towards the house with her hands clasped her after like the male mates. Then here she returns… she calls… “Lili, come; was my car. I prefer to leave for the market at Ngara. I am afraid of the ten o‟clock traffic quandary and the two hours to lunch time. Before that, open the gate…” Chason could then wait a while at the entrance for her drive out.

Instead he hears his name. Here the home mistress calls and she was looking for him around the house forgetting the car wash and her drive out. She had somehow a forgetting mind and so on. Olili supposed. Then it will break into a short gayest blurs in a smooth complain; one that does not please with replies. He kept mum. It was quite short and marvelously absurd to Olili. Like an offer it was and he would accept unreservedly.

The small squabble had followed his delayed car wash yet she had asked for the open entrance. “I am ready to drive off and my car in not clean. Start cleaning and it is within the given time of twenty minutes; Prior to, close that gate.” She walks away to the house and shortly here she was before even the given time after the far distance gate to the car and the water tap. Then she will ask for the ready car and then would ask him to rush and open the gate. She drives out.

Here the first movie was over and yet not finished with the fragmentary car washing. She was with so many italics. The home was hers but not particularized to the relic nature that was the simplest way of the easy parting way to those soft

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tempered type. Olili was floating across the water floor as weightless as a ghost. Nevertheless, he was still the same in his sworn willpower. Here she returns and asks him to unload the car boot and helps the house boy in favour to take the items in the house.

In this case, she had left the engine run with the driver door free rushing for the house as if called to answer a call. It was not and she was. Olili wondered actually devoid of ending to an apt answer why Kiwi‟s mate never spends time with other chores than the house. Or whatever was patching her into speed in general intellect in cross speed. He supposed her not being thus with contrast in speed, seemingly being chased and not her chasing speed.

The express stride into her mind towards the house was always. To imagine hitherto, the house maid strolls the garden when the second born child was sleeping. Ms Latin Luxor was her name and Sereno Pink the house boy. Anyway, here the growth of his qualms was encompassed into unsuitable inference; but he thought again. He had to relax and be flexible with the speed of this woman in every call.

He was the one and the only one she could actuate in that nature. It was not the sort of games or things often done, however, it was time and he had only to balance. He did. The garden was stunning of course as much as he had increased his own born articulation in artwork adding to his fiction minds. It was a tactic from general minds that were also a price in that case. He did not know at first but as per now he did; to be on the level.

The driveway was a far length with a line of dark green agapanthus in a silver blue blossom on both sides it was. The green lawn covered a square length and at every ten walking steps were lonely huge umbrella hibiscus. One flowered blue, one pink and another orange. Like that and a forest of white daisies had attacked rocky garden beautifying with a thick mingle in the ancient cacti and brier ferns with succulents.

At the back of the west window were three lines of rose adjacent to that sweet plantain stem. It was in a sort of a small garden and then next to the gate was a stock of pine trees. At the corner was a huge wall courting with the servant quarters. Next was a small store that was built on temporary storages. The house

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was not that large but of the first storey. The hedge border, one side cayable and to the west bordering with the neighbor was the kind of bougainvillea.

Ground covers along the front line that connects with the main entrance were ajuga and hyvovorous with a line of annuals. The huge bauhinia was beneath it pansies flowing pink that adjacently were in full blown. In it were also two competing climbers in a mingle growth, the star jasmine and the never failing Ivy japonica. In season the home could add decent flavours in the air as the Cyprus and the house mingle ands. The flavoring garlic and marjoram with the loti backing could accuse the natural history competently. It was nice that way and Olili saw it good and he felt prudent with such natural sciences that he had also included in his improving favours to give him a step a head into his notes. He was.

From the mountain block of that one storey house, the ground floor and the upper stairs had windows overlooking direct in the garden and that was where the madam Djoe‟ could side view the garden. Her shopping schedules were of three days‟ drive out and on her every return was half an hour to lunch. Soon after her cooling off engine, she could abort to call… “Lili, off load the boot.” Words left her before even her eyes and legs.

It was in sort of a singing voice without any count. The music of come here, no go, do this would begin and he felt happy and it was to him good and here he enjoyed the home voice with pleasures. On the other hand, he could not finish the gap of considered opinion in this mingle. At the end of day, he had sorted never the kind of work done by him. Six months after, he had learned and experienced the sort of criteria in Kalasiga settings or maybe in that Red Indian home sciences in convenient things.

Compared to normalcy, and nature, with environment he had from his notes learned such jobs had their own kind. The kind of mind to append on if exact to be in the kind of free mind that does not focus and related on no specific targets in advanced oriental. He had noticed, and then would last. The day was over and here he took a trek towards stage two where he still shared the same keto with comrade Musumba. Now apart from of the war in Olil had been fought and this moment focusing on the next that had now aroused.

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The late eventide held fine space with limpid sky especially the western. The blue mart aloof had been crossed by another cloud in white strips. Like it was Jumbo jet latterly traverse and its leftovers of recent vomits were gradually mingling with the other sky things. He did not count but the song of the intricacies at work between the spanner boy and other workers had begun to be a sort of predicament he had to observe with minimal concern.

In spite of this, the situation would be clear like the smoky he had seen with time. He contemplated. The envy was on the line between his loved activities on the ending familiarity and the push accent in the same domestic chores. The house boy, the maid and the spanner boy who was from Iringa and now to add on his were in the same speed of the unknown races. In this case Olili was a second part in that lineage; liable an outsider.

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As a result, with such acquaintances with, they had increased their niceness to another having found something to sneeze on. It was not bad as he Olili could only remain their double source in one thing and the other. He had never wanted any differences in or any of the workers. He had never known the main core venue in that inverted relation but came to know from the name he had heard incognito. It was the Kenya lambas team. It is said no man is an Island but with this, he was one eye in cynic panorama.

He had nodded as the term mashood had fashioned a daily observable fact. The trio takes pleasure in it more than he could not notice the meaning. Long it did not take him to learn what the two strange names posed into. He had wished not it to pose into a major affront that would slur into mind assaults targeting a tai-chi into constant worries. It was a conflict to be at once omitted for the fact was at the back of his mind shadow. His strategy does not genuinely engross ambiguous of insufficiency and were cogently measured with authentic time spun.

In his story of course the names would give him an eccentric courage to get some detachment in things that as common with little acquaintance with people in one occult. Now leather was the leopard skin he had no idea why spots could cause a nice attraction that much. It was with extended happiness that he found

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difficult to notice the source. As a result it was of the remains of, lotiis, tengu and other mingles of the Kalasinga stew with hooted pepper.

Conclusively was given a name in that putten domestically be called mashood adding on the domestic team workers in the ancestry. It all ended with the other vowel, lambas. The crafted ones were a full exhibit with the names created by the spanner boy from Iringa and seemingly not new but to him new. It was to Olili evaluation a combination that had concisely maimed with pollution and in it an ultimate desire for hard believers.

Only to learn that the rocket proximity to same on such habits had to be well sorted into a high class binoculars. The more he tried to cut through out of that class, the more he finds himself with the same people and the analogous coherent. A culture it was like he was talented in to learn and know how could get out of it. Normal it was but with peculiar sort of normalcy. He was thinking with strangeness.

Now in his comparison with his close realization that the illusive talks pollinated in the village from those who travelled home in the village was true. Adding on to what Avalanche had advised him about being ennui was. He had known from the much he had learned that; „if something enthralls you, it is thus interesting.‟ He nodded by all means. They had effective character that had flirted people in the vein of Musumba. They had their law of nature in drinking and smoking and now these mashood orientations.

All this drove into mind a punishment to those who were ready to extend other responsibilities reminiscent of him. A faculty it was clinic that no one had noticed the results by doing things that happens the way they linger to be done. Besides was daily with almost at one speed of their network. The drive in was very open and free. However, one had to watch because such trap does not escape the baiters hook. One will be well feet with any sort of need that falls on the line of the same happy moments not surprisingly.

There was everything in those games one had to enjoy but the way out was the major close to diminish the source projected in ones main solo confidentiality. Coming back to oneself was the matter. In the source, it was what

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he hears about the pleasure of entering the coast county. Adjacently it was very to the shadow of easy entry with hard hook offs. In the soul of, „Mombasa raha.‟

It was easy and not easy for in his mind had lived with one condition that controls all his mental assets. In it with rules, in it not to break rule number one. With destined control it never starts what it will not end. In the main they prefer at large the new comers to maybe veer into the initial potential and weaken the young dignity.

In that team, especially those of busaa care only on one line of their concertiveness but should have a meaning not just mere togetherness. Whether one is as dirty as slums tunnel ducks or garbage but with korokoro or a joint of grass, that one is respectively vital to congregate with relics in the culture. So, in his notes he learned that it was the entry into that likes that substance and the mutual appearance in most often. Here he could not take the bull by horn.

Some of them work in the city center as loaders of beer in the depots but had never bothered to know the difference. Since they had only one thing on their mind was as well difficult to include another. People like Kimuyu to see water and even know the benefit of being smart added to their bore to sanitize. He was a loader of beer in that Nararash depot but unfit with groomative time.

He fights a lot everyday to please his own choices but not amicable to natural science of sanitizing. Yet it is where everything of the mind should start. In their social moments according to Olili research, easy it was for one to sort out the differences sandwiched between difficulties and the moment goes halves of their jovial where money was not of their knotty. He had once seen Kimuyu in his formal funs in Lea and Julia‟s place. Now he had collective stories about him in the team of Harun from the obese concierge Silk Mwangi in Nararash.

He had seen the hay like straw hair and the no difference clay and clothes like jacket ever on like dew on the grass. The darkened brown corduroy had become out with extra colours almost colourless yet was on the body. The question Chanson Olili could as himself was the colour of the seen Kimuyu‟s body if the dressings rebels with all natural sameness. He had found some notes and he could tolerate the rest when he could see that.

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Give impression into that, he Kimuyu was only a true normal persons with no nocturnal feature to notion him subjected himself from his personal interest that implicated sanitations. He heard on tell the comrade jokingly, „to get away from you bachelor of science of woman lack.‟

The other one had laugh rib break, and retorted back, „it is with the fact that, I have no time to purchase a dirt proof stuff, I mean sort of outfits in women science which the lecturer hid the formal in the catalogue.‟ It just ended there.

Chason wondered a lot why, the science lack of woman, how, yet Harun had on several occasion carried a great heap of them to share the night in his keto. It was one bitter subject that had sent him away several nights. He was not sure of such humility but was also aware over the control. He left it all there. The groups of lambas tended to upgrade competence with the exception of people in the vein of him.

In this case he had thrown away the team mates of the lambas, he had too much of their modus in full weight. It was from mujengo to the least marauds of the slum pompous. It was only last Monday he had quoted several notes from the couple comrades; Mwangi and Harun at their core juvenile in the same diverged aged epoch locked in the lambas catalogue range. He had never seen them sober and proven successful into their entire jelousy against others.

Mwangi had come from Kibera that early hour of the day. Olili only got them in their lamp stand talks after he had arrived from St. Mary‟s church the first mass. He got them in deep swallows of the ten o‟clock meals of ugali and mixtures of vilenje with kales. They like hooves more than any of the cow‟s body. He had up to now not known the rest of their opted reasons otherwise.

At his work was the same thing and that sense drove his head off contemplation almost thinking of one thing. The one thing based on the inclination nominally debased on domestic and endeavors theme congregations. Their sail free was in the data concept of the stern and unbreakable like him. The best was at Kiwi‟s among several of Musumba and his formal torment of which here he had all ability in latitude over such meals.

He was also sort of prophetic answering by never accepting to associate with his moral dislikes. To accept with anything in such counts where people create

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complicated things to please with foods. They can offer anything apparently but not bus fare in solid cash or any kind of food and not those leftovers benevolently; seemingly even this one was not that easy.

That alone had given Chason a substance to substantiate in his notes data analysis to instigate where people live a thorough lifestyle by its own control. Doing by so, they had nothing to loose but nature was thus dearly answerable. It was after another eight months that he felt himself being fit to position his moral stands based on his life change. He felt free to enroll as a bad time college student with the universal collage of professional people.

It is entirely in the city center along Ton Mboya Street bordering Moi Avenus and nosing into Kenytta Avenue. He had researched about the chore of the lean on the administration level. Therefore, with the weight of hid enthusiast, and the extreme zest of registration details, he was in position to fix his dozer on the elite. The ethical derive had sanctioned top priority in his long zealot facility that, commanded his share of his personal achievement.

Be with it was the start of a diploma in administrative details that leans on business management and administration program. He at once paid the entire fees in full and all that had to be catered in the same flow exclusive of any inconsequential. At that stage all was good and he saw it one of the most important races pulled out concisely brilliant. It was a lurch one step in a thousand miles where his eyes always reach. The period was six months course to last and so it was. All the money he was paid at the end of Ratina side was in his saving account.

By adding on the three quarter pay at Kiwi‟s, he had no more chanced than starting his step number one. Here he did not want to involve any of his work asset and the new program. He had scheduled his time and that had also pleased Sonrisa who did not ask the basic of the agenda. Exclusive of matter in physical changes it was over his work and therefore, he was settled with all free go ahead.

Most often he walked the short distance to reach valley arcade market center, there he would bought city choppers down city and would attend his lessons. It was four hours business in class which he enjoyed being eloped in free mind with his academic wishes. The new ride gave him an extended prowess and could take

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another bus express to Kanungagaga. Either route 46 or 56 for both served into the purpose sounder priorities.

He had to work out this secret intern by omitting many lineages that cuts into gossips with possibilities fore to diminish a launge of envious. The hawkers of such awful mouthing were many and quite adjacent with clothing. The clandestine had to linger untold even to his mate Musumba ; the one who was whistle number one in such rise. He had to break the source damage in the same desire that would lure his pilgrimage reaching a flash in the pan.

With Kiwi Singh he had a full idea being a man who speaks lightly about serious substances. As well as he may not allow him through lunch time in order to recover his rest of hours of the afternoon. In this case he had to treat it with great respect and for this reason; his boss had believed he was fluster. Or else, people like pink and spanner boy Amazon Esperance would fly in the face of divine intervention.

They may easily spoil his reputation whereby he may lack assistance on fare and all travelling layouts. He had avoided font believes head over ears. Where the three were, Olili was to remain ostensible being in a state of mirth and satisfied with bounty proceedings. There was no reason to be so while in view of the fact that all of them were called into action with express superiority.

Information talks with each other was faster in spread than any speed of air; maybe wildfire. The reason of it being that, gossips to them were like manna from heaven in those days of the great old Moses. So, he had to employ a silent pin most of the time but not insolent or arrogant or in his general appearance eyespot. He only would not understand or in his gathering how Kiwi would append on bogus formalities and be, fore soothed by that strange family workers with analogous lenience that others may differ with.

What Olili only could understand was that Sereno and Luxor were in the name of the flock they call saved ones. They carry their holy books breaking every late evenings for their sundown prayers they called praise and worship. Besides, they talk many things that go on the line of their faith as such. Other than, to Chason, with no judgment, he was not sure whether that was a free carpenter type of the church or he did not even know.

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As well as he did not insist to know because there are some things people should not talk about; particularly those based on salivation. It is like not, talking about things that should not be talked about. He just left it there and eventually Luxor got pregnant. When she has started failing to be active was only when it revealed and that was not a good sign in that latent format. She slept almost a lot and this Sereno had his family in the village.

Along with it was passed through the underground whisper, a down stir hustler in rumour to be specific to mention that he was the one in charge of that conception. That was another obstacle if well evaluated. Apart of his notes it was. He supposed.

Kiwi had no objection on any part of someone‟s inspirational behavours, and so, without any limpid condemn, the two house worker had lingered a part of his family based on each one‟s work. Now their inner clothing had predisposed clods verdict in the field of religion where he Olili with no mention partakes a wide role model.

The Sikh temples have their own god and they eat when their religious moment befits in their cults as other churches does in their own custom. Orthodox and evenly like the popular Catholic Church do in their ways towards salivation. Otherwise, they never declare their precepts like those of Jesus. The Sikh temples give even the workers domestically godly communion and never say other things besides that, „eat this, it is god.‟ That is all that mattered.

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Those who eat, eats it with no single objection and those who had lived on the holy Eucharist like him had also to consider into two pieces of mind spirits. Of course he rigidly revolted against the idea of spiritual mingles and did not eat the white stuff in sweet solid form food they called god. It was supplied piece of each piece embarked to workers by Cheti Singh himself from his house upper room shrine in Kiwi‟s house.

His room was in that same son‟s house and it was like that way done. Olili know the body of Christ is only given by priest and mainly in the church or on special occasions. It has ever been from the pulpit and there were specific words

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said which confirms into that formal. That one he knew vibrantly, „do this remember me!‟ the priest would say the words since were said by Christ himself.

Even in that formal prior to the time, the priest serves the benediction earlier than for the church members conceited to take the sacrament by being repentance to be clean. Then that will be a clean godly food for Christians. He had ignored the added challenge when he was ultimately come in question with Amazon inquiring ambiguously about the latest godly food.

“I cannot see the difference between you and those uninitiated.” Olili impatiently could say. They were both of the same age, both young tubas of east Africa.

“did you mean to throw that delicious godly food?” Sereno whispered.

“What is wrong with you?” one moment silence was. “Well, it is right there.” he pointed hissing his furious finger towards. Almost, he was thrashing anger along with. Olili looked at him squarely in an aspired way as his eyes could not accept the face of Sereno. He turned away his selfish fury face promptly vacillating with the incidence enviously. He could not even tell where that misery had come from but it was.

That conversation sounded venomous in his zest on the line of salivation. The whole day Ladin and Sereno could adjacently be hard mumbling some unusual spoken song like word in difficult tones as Esperance could frenzy break the waist with comic cults. He had been freed by a certain emotion control while in the poor car played the Kanda Bongoman songs this and that. He danced to the break point and it was something he had never done or if so, with the fore culture that had ultimate extremes as now.

Olili in a way to learn some godly things it all directed him towards the Kalasinger inspirational effects on sufficient surfaces against its believers. Who could deny for the fact was pointing views persistently that way? The exceptional giggles continued like people on a sudden race in options of diverse earth in that day after a certain change. He ignored this time and got along with what he saw as normal. Maybe it was all that substance in the street tolerance lies.

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He left it there and bettered on his studies. In the same thought, the same way and natural behavours someone, could not sort Pink and his princes Latin. It was on any fault towards their journey of salivation with no close examination. It was adjacently with spiritual familiarity into such like reputations concealed in obscured log unless. So, as things express into upgrading in what goes around comes around, one day Sereno was brought to the freezing point by his employer.

He had been put on question he of course quibbled, garbled in words like in one way alleged reason that gave him buoyancy on his humility and faults. The latter said, human is to err and that was not infrequently play that ends with sadness but in pure recruits of general gaffes. After the acrobatic cat‟s play, the rat ends up in the player‟s throat. It is like that.

Kiwi must not at all flabbergast for the current fact appeals that, it had never been a genesis into his scrutiny in such kinds. But then, it was thus not very pleasant for those who portrayed their geniuses. He only said boo to the goose as the inert Luxor could not at the least not perform her duties as mandatory. However, Chason in accordance was thus pretty in latent petty things. The action of the two had only left him in the midst of the facts; in the manner of breaking the octagon pillars.

One of the pillars had sent the entire structure only to add date fastidious functions in spiritual companionships. That was the host of adulterous results. It sounds normal because it has a name with no particular gapping. He was thinking and not condemning with the fact that human is to error, being good but not good.

No one makes mistakes actually or the same gaffes are never bought or hawked, borrowed or hustled; but in occasion the universal creatures are found sporadic. In the invisible body that can never be branded or seen but only said when notified and that is done by the same people either seen sane or just that far. He could not blame but only noticed in his notes, that the world is peopled by people for they cannot only fail to understand.

Other than, they only feel happy in every aspect the feel to see right. Wisdom was the way out, but with nature, the ground is only vast but the reapers few. Few as dew in the desert whereby the only surviving can cutouts

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surveillance can take share. He substantiated pensively. In that manner, Chason had collided with Latin in her wasted mood as he was towing his wheelbarrow loaded with junks towards the litter area.

He was not also comfortable for the reason was that, his throat was dry. He had been confounded into lists of complexities to find even a single word of their normal pretentious world of; „bwana asifiwe?‟ not only fitted with baffled in the cult but thus far loaded with shame. Only he was afraid and worried of her respond because of her eyes he saw. So far he greeted her with fortitude composed in humility and that was enough to allow him see it better on naturally nurtured behavious. It was like that and that was all; however, was with disorderly mosaic.

None has gentled a fox for it will never turn into a domestic pet. Giving it mandate to care for chicken was like hawking unbeatable. He finally thought without feeling while lowering the garbage in the deepening pit. It was. All those were in a silent drive of ironic semblances of tragic star as al ended in his mind on physical data in nature. Al he had noticed t once and not forced to be a part of anything. Time was given a way, yet he felt it in his heart.

It latter answered to him that both Latin and her mate had a spirit of non conformists. In it they could only afford ostensibly to work with or help others. An ounce only an hour for their nonchalant way of telling what that indented to do. However, no one knew in the face book, nonentity did extremely. In a surprise it was that had left a mouth agape and no one knew what else nevertheless.

One of the rules in Sonrisa‟s habitat was among the fast and one first initiated to lead harmony scale in worker chamber routine was and is. Nay deep conversation was to be between workers at work. That was a piquant signet on the law, so, fixed and realized in either secret or on face. That was all, unless someone was physically and emotionally verbal. Olili‟s etiquette was so authentic and his boss had liked his way of being genulflectious as a call in the sane game. He had been before and when a new thing comes on face, all will ever see it as alien.

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That was into Kiwi‟s contemplations and Olili utilized time and reputations in human and environment. Of course others could giggle at him at a latter, but knew the door to wisdom was not to commit glaring mistakes by crumbling its accessories. He knew that and only one can built a mountain from a small hill. Was, the way cow dang builds enormous compost from a simple single drop. He heard as he thought hard; only to realize that he had never practiced fulsome compliments. In his trust never had he experienced to learn what he could see ailing. Therefore, he could give impression and cogitated successfully on termites‟ errands. They are hard to build a millionaire worth mansion with many rooms by using saliva only. He never complains about his natural endeavours to anyone for he knows the upshots in each start. The story in scenario was the starting point. Not a complication in normalcy.

He had seen the results of those who cut one‟s nose to spit ones face. Apparently that was not his demine effort, but if only he had a wish to make, he could not even allow no liking or nosy; but only notable things. That was in the encyclopedia of domestic analysis where he Chason had quoted in few acquaintances with the fact that, already Sereno and Esperance were two persons who were only delighted in terrible things.

Amazon to Olili was anon believer and the foremost a catalyst in the obscured world but a watchdog to Kiwi Sing. He could sale any game at a high binned for it was a nay goes for him to be open to him, Chason in a dissimilar attitude. The life typical in deference that he had accepted to join; had such expressional scales on him that to gratify that did not favour with his hankers with complex.

Anyway, he had only called a moment spade that did not favour big and small simple gratuity in his high hat. He could not simply nip away for the reason that he wanted to research deep. In his case, Olili had counted several things as he lived to learn too much of the errand runners in domestic services as a team without society. It was with no single aiming here; in it deeply was Musumba. Inclusive was Kameloen and additional conjecture to plus were casual workers in the vein of Viva and et-cetera.

Now here he was in some of the things one lives to encounter exclusive of much struggle. He felt great because he was about to get his book complete;

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albeit, he worn looks of shame but hard-bitten and closely fastened his rules to be precise juvenile. One of the fact substances that did not make him do what he could not wish to do as he had given impression to Avalanche objectives. He was thinking improvingly timorous with impunity.

The optimum idea was to hang on and not obliged to be of un-classic attendant. It was not to all, a happy idea albeit, a hard bargain in lives of school leavers to begin in as job seeker in any stranger‟s mirror in the capital city or elsewhere. Here he was that is. In his quote, however, there was never been reality for them in the accepted sense of the word. The opposite filters their impressions, consenting on only those that support what they want to see or hear. It was only embed into catastrophes to be heard and not success they would dig hoe to hay to brush it down.

Those are their reality for the fact of the reason remains that they are actual daily sources of the hawker‟s drinking and leisure fantasies. They have to prelude them, most often by letting none members like Olili undesirable tine in. they call it a wasted moment yet they were nothing else but only fragmented memories. They had crossed the bridge in nobles oblige and broken the seal shares personally as a nodding acquainted. Certainly he nodded several repetitively as if to put them into noodles in the land of nod. Hitherto, life was the same since he came in the city and on his arrival in the slums. He was not sure but it was like that for instances were cyclical utmost the same. In a short term, Ms. Luxor resigned after pink had been dismissed. He was involved with in store scandals in Kiwi‟s private room. All had failed to grand him a win as the defense side had failed.

Here he was, only served with a letter of dismissal from service. The key igniter in that matter apart from natural involvement was that Esperance. He had hawked the secret the two of them had steadfast. That event impassioned Olili who by the time had lingered with two months to his final exams; just a mile to his diploma. Apparently the two of them had gone each apart in one point of being impiety. Soon he came to learn that their jobs were easy to find as from the lamba‟s data network. It was their password.

Shortly after two more years, the illustrious spanner boy on Kiwi‟s domicile passed away. The creation of an impossible situation had departed with a diverse

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end line. Later Olili learned that Amazon had dies of the hard HIV product. He was in love with a woman near the slums of ridge ways where he was hit. He cut of his breath after he had suffered the un-healing and in their own home village hospital Iringa where he was reported dead from Aids.

Two month later, he did his exams and qualified a distinction with the international commerce management. He was of course rewarded as the best performer of the year. Chason was happy that in such situation, he could be able to express the position of his thought or feelings. In as much he was unable to. Three weeks later, a new team had been filled in Kiwi‟s home and now things were once a fresh with deformable difficulties after the latest intuitions.

They had subjugated the past. It was all incredulous as things had ended badly and again maybe awfully started in that uncanny speed. The concept certainly did not give him a chance to evaluate the criteria in the formatting. It was the formulae in those down rattled lambas manner recipe. The more he will heartedly anticipated a rise in some advanced reputation, was the more he incurred into incredible unexpected. It was part of his notes and so he could not research but be convenient.

The season had entered into the Sikh happy moment like their noel vetted times in the name of Christmas. Now things had dawned to Olili after he had passed through the concepts of unbelievable; out of the blue to be sure. His head was full of activities and not specific for the ladder of progress in every move to the next thought was. Was ironical in it like vicious cycle because what he thought was not what he could in counter with from one move to the next.

Here the Kiwi‟s had prepared for their tour which was to last for a month and a baby on its back. Two months earlier, his wages petty cash had been carried to Kiwis‟s liability and now the labour was at the most disparager position not that he had no money but the mode of pay. Their reservations were longer done booked in the beach hotel Kikampala Coast County.

Of course they left as they drove away without a word to him. Olili had a chance to lead his nous that maybe the concrete Cheti Sing will be in charge of his pay. He left it there as he had waved the twin sides of the bamboo gate for the

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Kiwi‟s drive off. Some moments earlier, the blue Niassn patrol had drove away utterly.

The weather was like that in the season and all was quiet as the workers had only relaxed in moments of their refreshing the last rush hours Djoena was here. It was with impurity in that most sophisticated lady mind of the Kiwi‟s woman styles that cuts into a regular bore. Murmurs were in the finches‟ muffles in songs; utmost the spot line of the pine tree whistles. Crows cawed and scrape hawkers whistled like Juba na ndeves in one network of nature was.

The environment and the underbrush had enough to carter for the same science of silence which each one fought to be and maybe pay attention like them.

It was ironically alteration. Here he had not been paid bud all the bundles of garden responsibilities were left in his ordnance. When the flock of Kiwi returned, it was after that period they came wearing faces of retreats to their habitat as if they were unable to enjoy their leave.

He was not in any position to bother in choices or bothersome; so, he stood on his gun. His slogan was firm and almost egoistically competent. By the time he Chason anticipated the pay maybe left with Ritz, the pathfinder, his mentor humanly but he had also gone on his own. He flew to India for his own seasonal allegiances. Hard it was for the utmost struggle was in that lowest bridge full of thorns and sand. Here Cheti returned and he ofcourse occupied his own pleasures.

At home they had found everything in good condition but with no thanks for all they had added to their desired vitality. They say that, the donkey‟s thanks are given in bad results of double hit in the double hinds. The one he knows with a vivid imagination having now face gravy dues of his general predicaments. Him with his mate were; but now Harun had got used to Olili to make the keto budget and even gone to that level of asking Chason to get a woman of his own.

“Did you say a family now or just to get a woman; I want to be clear if you mean marry or be with a woman?”

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“I said you get a mate and of course start a family.” Musumba answered in hang nose.

“Okay, okay. That should be a wise advise that silence.”

“What do you mean than silence, is silence an idea?”

“I mean thanks, and obvious with a normal instinct, you have carried a responsibility of good parent to pass it to the young tubas.” In his silence of right and wrong maybe or his behavour in that benevolent substance of love and the control desire of the body was a mate issue as he was personally concerned.

“So, when can I begin searching for one, already even now to this moment spur there is one already. I had talked to this beautiful girl over with the mention.” Surprisingly Olili shoved a piquant glance at Musumba as if he was far but hiding his impatience. The Harun noticed and turned away his baldy face as those un-agitated young eyes held a force of unsteady speed in close spousing.

“I will let you know for I have to fit a mutual balance with my instinct alternatively.” He was blowing hermetic as Harun exceedingly went Pluto by adding his character by face.

“Fine! Not split hairs I will take care of this predicament.” As if to say boo to the goose, the young man did not reply. There was no needed reply and then the amazing word that it was time for him to enjoy his pay was a direct injury in the wound unhealed of the young lily livered Olili. The young one had, fore contemplated on several occasions how family members of that and that face disabilities in finance here.

Now Harun is reversing his vanquished nemesis to him by deciding beyond his choices. It was word by word edged with lost demand for him. He was not happy with that impulse attack. With incompatible speed, was to him another reversed traps. Uncourageous only on unsuitable lineage; foremost his likes. He supposed in a stern awful way.

Perhaps Musumba sees him plain and pike but his resistance in such like entries is direct into their rule and roost. It was in his line of defense already as he contemplates, he has been and still a pattern on him. A big problematic he is from the start and now in his Musumba poem crashes the nut into simple terms to

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cut him lower and throw him into their general malpractices. Their vital triangle is. „Serious!‟ He murmured mumbles of monotonically painful shoulders twitch likes of the cawing crow bird.

In three weeks they had conversed with Cheti Singh over his delayed pay and the reply was quick as he was positively assured to hold for a while. He was told patience pays; and for another fortnight more weeks, he was paid the petty cash over all the bending weeks. Ritz loves his son and he Olili too; so, he paid from own account he had felt the weight of the cabbage too large for him to split into two with his front teeth. It was.

However, he tried to undo with the growth of impatience, as a nature if guts. On and one the air in the nature of lambas with the same mashood were still closing him with the joy of their frantic but he only defaced a stiff nature of his feelings. It was a matter of form perhaps. Formidable it was in his task but not freak. He supposed contemplatively contented. He was a mixed classes of all kind remain only to go into a certain shape.

He had never been gayest in such substance of appearance. The home of Sonrisa had contained people of the same age; the servants and now three. Cheti had notice the abrasive moments on Olili‟s working situation like compared to the later. Prior he had relied, his point of interest in the matter over his awful discomfort at work; Cheti had already maneuvered across it. With his old eyes, a thousand miles at once they soar. He was given a week to settle for his preparation for a short transfer to Karen go, down stores.

He had to replace someone who was already there; someone who was working as a store keeper in the yard; the one called Kamaliza. Ken Kamaliza, a Kamba who had served for many years there. It was Cheti‟s plan, but to Chason‟s preview, Mzee Singh was wide of the mark. The bushy eyebrows this time had imposed an imagination in plain illusion, possibly a replica in trance; maybe or not to pose into ambiguity. Ken did not go nor change duties but Olili took in simultaneously.

Before that future, the sun had opened in the eastern sky with powers of sunny finger struck on the surface. There was no match set against the clouds to mobilize into scores to reach the earth. It was with ultra bright that contained a

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number of this said good things from above. Birds sang in an intense monotony, a price music of the featured tone that toured through the cacophony as leaves of the shrubberies trembled with splatters of serene.

It was a sweet day with brilliance which even ducks in the tunnels along had found it so pleasing. They indeed shared the head power sawing peaks in the in the tow to find any of the mingled substances ready to fit into their tastes. It was like that as also Peter Calipso drove across valley arcade taking a short turn to Lavington in the same plain and limpid sky.

All were under gradual densities of pressure as vapour had feared to appear in any contest to rise. The estate road that let to Gadina after Chalubi drive was full of hawkers as the grooves of the surface sent the car play into shaken disordered drive. Self employed people aside of the bordering drive way were busy as hustlers of this and that moved seeing this and not the other. It was a busy centre filled with men and women. The yellow pickup waved up and down the rough road after a long drive from the intersection.

He had stood there on the pillar post of Njuguna retail shop boring out all the idealness he could summon. He had rear to pace turn and turn despite that the pillar remained the same in all directions. His eyes apparently were wiping in focus, his glimpse genuine and sharp in the sense of humour with the anticipated stealth. It was his chance to get away from the slums. He legs were like ropes blown by wind having turned numb as he could only try to stretch at a hard pressure.

The knocks of tendons behind the scene, and here was the yellow pickup and he had smiled with fire of bright that attacked the knee numbness. It was maybe fear of nervousness. It was driving slowly less than his mind compliant speed and it was here in his point of view. Olili ultimately craned with confidence as the 1200 LG Mitsubishi truck ambled its low speed lower and lowest to a halt. It was a cool search to stop; and here, he regained his obsessed force of dignity that had many objectives. Musumba‟s omission inclusive; however, his eyes met with those of Calipso whose larger eyebrows prowled to sober the sockets. The eyes like those of a fortune teller explored the need and zealous expression in Olili got it on the mutual.

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Albeit, Chason had faith, in rendezvousing with unpleasing facts or opinions but the conditions at his present life could not condemn. The pressure of hastening into action devoid of thinking first was at this moment; but control was. He was in that net of predatory and in every nonce of an inch which did not cross into his mind, had to be precious to maintain precautions in order to overlook his thoroughly stored precepts.

As though he was a lioness on guard against its cabs, it was in the same flock with ritualized underprivileged demeanors framed from one distance layer to the next. He had understood on line that scrawled in his genius will power. To underrate the imperious minds of the well-dressed foolish fellows like the said Kinuthia and his said team of nocturnal marauders. He supposed as they smoothly drove towards stage two where his few belongings were safe in the keto of Harun Musumba.

He had once inquired previously about some of the Ruaha‟s stores. Together with, the late Esperance had prior narrowed some of the general proceedings in that Karen yard. They were not at all pleasing stories but they were. Here in the keto he got hold of his bag filled with things and accessories of his utility based on body outfits and few of his beddings. There in his capacity, two stools and a small table, coffee or tea size, some mattress and was well folded in an order of easy carriage.

He pressed the padlock with an open glare having checked in that; he had not left anything of value behind. He had never had a spare key since Harun took them three years ago. He had written a note to alert Harun, indeed had explained re his departure in terms of emergency expressions inclined with excuses of regrets. Of course the month was in corner as he used to hear in a depraved mention in their obvious blurs.

A classified phenomenon it was for those who earns end month apparently. He Olili wondered how, for the reason that, these guys shared a song of endless mischief based on financial capabilities. If the trace could be kept, it was. The keto was completely out of food. Empty, as he had at one time got it in that poor shape. The first time he had come in the city, still a stranger from the village it was. As normal to their strange normalcy, in that stage, salt was the only pleasing

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item in the pot. He had suddenly purchased it two days ago with other items to last.

Now, here the fakilias club maids had swept the whole food up to the last bit in the flour pot. That was Musumba‟s treasure and one that was with implicit replenishment in great mass of untidiness. A complete sweep it was that left nothing for a garden rat. Oh! He supposed in a concise relaxation with a fair relief pressure that could not please anything.

They were driving placidly through the congested umpteen crowds of the slum road towards Kawangware and soon will cross to Ndunyo Dagoretti Market. The big slaughter house in the city from south meat supply and once mentioned in the Patron of stress songs. The mitura and vilenje in Isindu‟s voice was the Ibanga whistle in Olili‟s mind was a data as he had not even thought to recur.

All those hooves stew are manufactured there and that was when he decided to ask. “so, this is the most uncanny slaughter house I hear the Lea and Julia‟s place?”

“Who the hell is Julia and Lea‟s place?” “The club owners in Congo; they brew busaa.” “Oh, yes, the how then here?” Calypso offered.

“The man who calls himself patron of stress had that song in his DJ performances and the soul master had well delivered the tone a fair cadence. So, creamy it was that you could even admire to drink that voice.”

“Affirmatively put lily boy. Do you drink; I mean busaa-et-cetera?”

“No I never drink, why?”

“You may sound something diverse Olili. A majority of your age have all; let me say almost a large number of the said in the slum have taken the brew at their prompt level of desire than. Then here you tell me no at one; unless you are latent in reputation, if true, will gear me astounded by the fact with mass stages in that development.”

“Why, I cannot conceal my decisions in such choice Mr.….?” he asked after a brief smile.

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“Peter…. They drink so that they may let commotions. They fight like reminiscent of bulls in manyatta yard.” They laugh.

“is it natural for people to drink only to fight? In our origin, I mean daresay, our culture Peter, the fame of such impatience were set by the old Ingwe. This book they call Golden Tear of Ingwe has expressed the manner in the youth during those old courteous. They drank the best brew yet they never shoved a word of guilt against one another.

Year and years to be precise, hitherto, the power of that custom is but was left to the church after pure scrutiny in formats. However, I have just heard and seen this kind of thing in awful utility. Then again in the book of Tachoni culture has perfect ditrictive directives against such behavious.”

“They all of them hosts from western Kenya where that milembe custom is a relic of the sacred in that peace shrine maintenance. You mean they have skipped the rules and broken the seal in patience and the law of potation?”

“I again say, yes, but not the law of potation alone but to justify I daresay; among others and so on.”

“They go as far as killing others in that awful chopper fight practice.” Peter said as silence interrupted with the adjacent pause.

“Yet they die earlier in the claim. What is the gain in that pain?”

“The freedom, maybe from their fat skulls in likes of Boaz Angogo and his team. They are fighting for nothing; now ever in Alcatraz.”

“I saw him.” “Where?” “At Congo.”

“You were lucky, by the way, what time that was?” “Advancing to twilight.”

“Waa….ngai!” He was flabbergasted. “Why Peter?”

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“Nemesis. They hate new faces at such times.” Olili did not respond and was swallowed by silence.

CHAPTER 17

They drove past Don Bosco School of theology along Karen Ndonyo tarred road and eventually were a right turn on the marram road. The lane took them a slow descends that threshed into the choppy landscape. Then they turned again right and here was Ruaha white painted timbered gate. It was open and so they concurrently drove in and he parked at another small entrance that gashed into the lone house. The wooden walls were white painted while the floor wooden too.

Peter opened the track door and shoved out his body grabbing nervously the small wooden pair of gates as they responded after the first touch. With a bracket open smile, they entered. Chason was shown the house he would live in as from the old Kalasinga‟s order. The precepts were to be followed with precise imagery in tout ensembles. A two roomed house it was and large, some toilets and kitchen in small partitions. Adjacently, it was a spare room oddly for store that was empty like, that.

The only accepted fantasy, wondering how a man from slums with two stools and that small table could at once fit such half mansion in habitat was. How he would heat to be precise. It was left there as he had no ultimate ado on that matter of fact.

Here shortly, was Kamaliza to meet them with his face ajar contained with astonishment as though he had seen the unwanted intruder unexpectedly. It was envy chewing him on a clandestine vista maybe or not in a raw gigantic storage that was open in his eyes. Eyes that were open but full of fear and not buried but concealed things were, maybe those they had catch a glimpse of and afraid to be observed by anyone else.

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He was the man in that yard and all the same had never been informed over the same. Not a surprise it was for he tried to ask joking but Peter at a separate pace aside in low monotony had told him to explaination; that it was just the way it was. To be anything else was a key for someone to miss flour. It was and in three more minutes, here was Scala and next to his shoulder was Tube alias Kimbo. Both were yard janitors.

They were based on security and now coming in a film with grasp hands rear like magicians and in a suitable silence almost vetting on vetted herbs in the wood. Loud was their chaw that held a dozen palpitating gradual races. They were imprecisely in difficult walks like people on a misled task. Coldly they greeted Chason and later Peter who was with Ken at the far end. At Olili they took an instinctive impression in open expressions that courted aloud alluringly un-allowing.

The eyes in exchange said, „we are here and no matter how.‟ With heightens of glances, they walked a pace or two and locked their silence as though mourning the kind of repulsive reputation intercept in their lineage. Shortly in a succinct moment they were on their merged talks with Peter and Ken. Longer, they took in slow tones talking and resolved to come back to Olili who had sited at the wooden block door step the front exit.

“olili do not be surprised over the rush but all these guys stays here and I have every right in wish that you will join them in one unity. The type of harmonal amicability.” He smiled.

“I am called KK and am the big honcho based on store controls here.”

“What the hell is KK in full.” They held all in smile nearly to open a laugh, but half moon it was.

“It is a shortened after Ken Kamaliza. Now you get it?”

“Okay it is now. I was only wondering from which planet KK‟s are found.” Olili said.

“I am Muhamed alias Scala the guard; I hope the nights are all in my authority.” They waved lips that ended with laughter in exception to Olili who could only smile.

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“Kimbo alia Tube, the senior concierge and old and as said, the nocturnal hours are in our capacity and here, in this yard, you inclusive being a part of that treasure. So, when you sleep, do not be scared and bother with outside issues.” They happily smiled and eyes talked. Olili interrupted.

“Which issues?” the smiles cut the race at once in a striking dash.

“Should you not worry boss boy?” Scala interacted in a shrug like one beaten. Frightening impulse it was like a fury storm. Silence was as Peter broke into.

“Would you mind to tell us who you are and the reason of your being here please lily sky? You all know me and the need for my nouns will be like bees that had lost their hive day time, or?” They all laughed now in subsiding jealous and slow glows of normalcy replenished like ghouls embryonic style was.

“I am,” silence was at once cut by Olili. “Chason Olili alia Neptune. I am in a place of work with stores here and it is from the great Ritz order. Maybe, shadow to you KK or latter you may be informed. I hope Peter has concise details or?” they looked at each other and at Peter with moments of locks in sights. One said aloud, „he is unfounded fellow.‟ They all voiced to agree as he saw them frivolous.

“Oh, yes,” Peter said. “But then to be approved by the Pontius himself. The great Ritz authority; I daresay.” It was like that, and was the last in their familiarity. All of them four moved a far end living Olili just the way he was and they talked things. They healthy gestured at Olili who did not let them free in sights.

Shortly they returned and Peter took Olili in the stores vast timber yard that was only a cubic half moony ironed wall. It was finally the yard possession too. Then the main house that contained many things like all spares of motor engines and retreated tyres, all plumber pipes and accessories were. He explained.

That one was once a farm house for a horse breeder who sold the property to the present owners. There was no need for eerie feeling as the flock had turned to realize. The administration of Cheti Singh had pry into something maybe or was just plain servant intensify. The conclusion that lay in Cheti was particular, but

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prejudiced in his judgment. Olili thought as all noticed the substance in his eyes. Peter ended there and shortly drove off to the main office with the report that he had worked his delivery. He assures Olili that he will be coming as most often.

Cheti Singh had lingered mindfully orthodox most of the time spun, but ostensibly otherwise. He wanted ti field Olili on the yard in order to know the right path. He was authentic sudden was going on something wrong in a funny trick that held top consolidated clandestine report and lay under base. Something eerie was going along in those stores especially the timber yard section and camphor utmost. The one it is most preferable stock in hard wood. So, he had inducted Olili in a special way of vetted at to meddle into the matter in a way of ordaining Olili as and assistance of the store management. He was gaining a profile in stock control. In the first place Olili thought mzee Singh wanted to ingratiate him against Kamaliza to have the initiative in an act of satisfying his own desire.

Olili had on his new format had the opportunity to handle that offer with an invertible conclusion. To remain reminded with his mannerism by avoiding too much that will not assemble his state of being steadfast or devoted. In every cut of his purely good reputation, he had of course vowed to scratch up to the length of his hands. In the slums he had tried too much to please, in Kiwi‟s home and now here in stores.

However, he was approximating one gaining statistic control and experience; being steel like still in his literal position. Signs of unbecoming had sneezed across his nose bridge. Now having a lucid intellect how to deal with persons who are difficult to please the ways he had seen at first. Just from the initial judgment of his job was. A day ago it was after Cheti‟s intuition and he Chason was like to put oneself on the back. Other than, the team he observed was not patent as much.

As he scrutinizes the scenario, he was aware but with patience, he will act as protector in the excelling prelude and that will sanitize a lot. He had a show of less important than oneself because of the special language that was used in the so called puzzling peculiarity. In the inclination he encountered with, eccentricity in word and actions really leaves him an alien; being and not being he was. That

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one of course alerted him to peek at things in the first lesson and not in that Simon Makonde‟s game like thing.

It was after three days in the hazy yard with mingle of the rising fog and the demanding light through it. He accepted the deal for both to abort or reach the ground. The spacing clouds showed that the sun had scored maybe in a penalty or direct as the defeated clouds accepted to fly to west. The format was genuine and the evacuating shoves the vast east in the sunning place possessing the azure mart field solely. So, the formatting was limpid as Olili saw the true atmosphere alternate on the line of natural science with the rule of scenery.

It was 8.00am now with finger nails on the grass scratching the vapour to evacuate rapidly and warning the spacing clouds above there. A shadow had cut through the fallow fields that had some tree hedges. A line of pine and the delicate hedgerow that could allow passages of any activity of any acquainted with person on footpath; for it had many windows. The later poles that had supported the barbed wire had both fallen in the cause of having been attacked by ants. The only left to extend the formal had only stood at a bounce in case of.

The shadows had extended saunters of ascertaining strode as the claiming sunny fingers shoved through the spacing vapour cloudy. The force in the advancing hour had thrown the blue face of dignity in the poky drop outs. Here was a strong jacketed black man vigorously up-and-coming in a concrete state of mind. He was one with a mind of resilience towards his laborious. In direction he was walking towards him and in a short moment they had bypassed hands in greetings. Other than, in his smiling, was a creature like force of impression counting into a ghostly look to be specific.

Chason had learned several things in those eyes as the late Amazon briefed him about that wonderful canoli. In that concise silence however, the new man introduced himself as Kamau Kinuthia. Olili gave his and wondered if KK had won the greatest offer in alphabetical contest within. He left it for a while there after offering his mention on the yard. Then it was far-reaching silence.

“Why are you thinking so much like that, have you left another item in space or what?” Olili quothed.

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“Nay no…. my friend; I sometime sound like one caressing space souring wound.” They laughed one shot at once. “Do not be scared over my silly kind of shots for to me it sounds with normalcy to call into. Thanks.”

Here he had recovered from his moment world of reverie maybe having found a way into as shortly were Tube. Gradually was in mutual short saunters from their lair with water stains on his face like he had been washing. Their lair was just adjacent to his and as if he had been called, here he was. Olili wondered as if those two men had not mentioned at one time mentioned their nocturnal restriction; why for the day again? He did not ask but held to see in silence.

They greeted each other as per their lost acquainted with each other; being the last was him. Those greetings had specific insinuation as far as he could content with a notification of impression in their clandestine hold in the highest regard. Kinuthia worked on his bundle, one preferred to have a hold of the dogs‟ meat. Raw meat in package content was. He had his machete and seemingly was like usually he knew how to feet those pets on the yard.

Here he cuts the head skin layer by layer into pieces as he darted them in a throw here and there like a magician. The beast could fill contended with the space grasping things game for they could not come closer him. The pets competed to grab some in the space before it could land on the base. It was a fun but he was paid on that game like pet bet fun. The bundle it was large enough to feed the three beasts to the fill.

The game ended after the animals had surrendered with enough beneath their lower Adams aples. They had been well feet in that silent festival to the tilt. Olili had never seen animals in dogs form leave any meet. Other than, it was and he was given the rest to keep; notwithstanding Kamau never wanted Olili to be amicable with those pets in that starting place of providing with their best meal; meat. There was rapid protocol he had been not permissible to crack into. However, he held for the formal; maybe the nature of both pets and their provider for animals knows some languages from such sources. Olili left it there as Kamau, Tube and Scala who had come last walked their way towards the concierge lair. That contract had plenty of sneaky shifty sort of thing Cheti Singh had not walked into. The kind it was not Olili would softly think of but so far precarious than anticipated into the unbecoming silent squeaks.

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He was happy about the procedure as he continued learning one thing after the other. Part of his reason it was being dispatched in that world of many eyes. Only was to see acquaintance with. It was not normal but genuinely a fractured normalcy than the said Kenya lambas. He was an eye out and prayed with a request for favour of understanding. The hedge of the word hope was sharp and in his fair of faith it was possible. He contemplated.

By doing so in his silent contest, he ultimately accepted tolerance based on the old Cheti‟s appropriate choices in that clandestine filth of the yard. He substantiated quickly that, every forest has its sound and so to woods. His breath in that hard target was quiet as water in a mild river, come go! A twist of slides and he had to titivate.

Life continued even though thinking could not stop from the reason that, action was there and words too. Another fortnight that had gone in a fast race, he had not been paid his wages. Kamaliza had gone to the office twice to confirm with the fault but still Olili‟s pay was not vouchered.

“Your pay will delay for a short while because, as I understand there are few things in the system and so you will rest on your soul a bit.” He said in a sneaky smile. Eyes were rejecting the lies; on the other part of the game they were happy. That was Ken and his mal fiction.

“Okay it is fine.” Oili gave in. he survived on the money he was paid from Kiwi‟s premises and had saved with tight selection in formal restriction for such unexpected akin to the same. He had to thrive through such threads to recondition his mind structures to please even the un- pleaseable.

Later it was confirmed that in Ken‟s reports from the store, he had sent a general data summery from the prior concerning Olili‟s work with false analytic sanctions. The report had confirmed that Chason had done no work since he came to the yard. Now Olili wondered if that was the life he could live in Karen for he had never advice his instinct in slouchy king of reputation.

He had enemies again here? Oh, God! Roundly thought him; his heart was randomly in races, his ribs in constant vibration and mind a sword like star. He was recalling the former team of the lambas. Again in this group there was

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danger and if he be adamant on the same, Kamaliza and his team would not stay a day without being ended in Karen police cell.

Then, with their daily bread in addition to their own nocturnal choices would be in an awful end. He cogitated and left it right there I a relief that ended in lonely pressures that were compost of bridled rage. He had never been but now was he.

One early night, twilight falls into dark night, was after he had served for seven solid months unpaid, now nearly was getting low on financial control. At 8.30pm he heard a heavy roar of an engine drive across the gate of his lair to the space far near timber store. Mist had started forming and cold too was developing. He sat at the entrance step of his lair thinking how he had taken in faculty of irrelevancy bluffing more of his genius in the lambas to pass of time.

It was in the pleasure that could not meet into his statures beneath every state of being adamant into pure reputations. He was self and now self again but in that self were dozen of him with cross now. The lambas dispensed strange behavious that had debased his flow of dimity degraded by inequity gaps between him and the newer faces; with other endeavors. Now, here he was in the similar critical force with utmost of the general effects.

The most differential was and is that, no one was ever been surprised or taken about the rival disparity. All went incognito and with smiles of secrets of course as if they could not see and sees. With his sees people happy and feels happy as well exclusive of any mind record over the same. The spirit of revelation had come to tell him that, the team had shared a dose of bitter herb by mistake or maybe not. Whenever he appears, there was an automatic authenticity in distinction.

He even speculated in solely profound for he had to follow that lorry and flip into the source. There was no delivery such hours and he was to know who its driver was. Apparently was not Peter for could have hurried to see him and uncannily such hours with no reported delivery lately. As he had only tried to open the side of his gate, here was the tall Rendile by race on his way. He was stopped in ordeal struck of awesome.

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“Hay, boy, how I wish to know where you are heading to for the reason being that you know the rules. Here, in advancing nocturnal moments, as you acknowledge are of vital virtuous in the same courteous reality in our moral responsibilities. How I wish you turn back and do not be bothered over the rest.” Scala said in a gathered anger solely in the mobility of the assassin cadence.

“I just wanted to be acquainted with the fellow in that automotive if he has come for any deliver daybreak so that I can be able to prepare a note earlier than.”

“I do not know, but you will be informed as the day break. Go and sleep well son of Allah.” Muhamed repetitively said.

“Okay, as you wish.”

“Not as I wish, but just get on your, heals and amble aft to your lair with no straw of queries. You better because in another sanction, I will blow the whistle and that is not what I feel good my brilliant swagger clothes.” He was chewing his daily and night straw herbs they call mirah.

“Okay honey tarantula, I take it.” He walked aft in the tray of the thin trickle torch light following him to ensure the door was shut behind the body inside. It was and silence was not far as he turned away from that terror of experience.

Olili peered through the door crack and saw the two of them walk away in the shadow gradually obscured. He had been clear out of such hour‟s activities and so he noticed that, they had known about the new arrival or knows him in what is what. He was aware as the mask on his face had cracked; the face that had been quaked by the torchlight. Now he felt the fast fear chasing him. He had never at one time on his line of manhood been.

He saw Scala so close and yet terribly far. His angry words, his spreading colours across his face were a recurring mess to give impression over. The wriggles of annoyance he had seen spread over his face conveying the fury of a cheater set him to believe it possible that, he was to the point of being ruined. Besides, he even suggested playing the yellow on the card with a genuine respond. It was in the vein of that.

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There were only seconds and half now widening each muscle in his movement of clock narrowing the final gulf or widening it. Olili had been ultimately contemplative and shortly aware of. Sleep had wiped his mind into the cream land and rigidly suitable in la-la-la. It was in a disorderly struggle. He had seen it both bitter and sweet. Otherwise, he woke up fine and the day was also appealing on all sorts of its fulfillments. He primed his charisma in the glove of the day in the yard.

The day it was for stock taking and he had displaced all his other things aside in thoughts. He walked in stealth towards that truck he was last night restricted to know about. He had filled on his brawn dust coat and in his hand was an A4 pad to jot on the reports over the balances in the store. It was.

The driver was in as he had waved his hand across hazy wash windscreen to drive away the ice imagery solution. Of course he saw Olili and his gesture and he opened the exit and landed on the earth base. The grass was still wet with dew and everywhere too was, silver like. He was in a difficult face reminiscent to that broken into wildness. Wrinkles, a twisted smile, maybe the nature or mere night reprehensible were.

He had no idea but the face was formal as the stretched hands met in greetings. Olili was wearing a faint morning smile once provoked by Scala last twilight.

“Chanson Olili.” Hand shook as Olili talked in the prime introduction. “Atom Scorpio alia Fox.” The driver said.

“It is a hard funny name with an ordinary alias Asuzi; where did you get it from florists, or naturalists?”

“Formal my boy; just get done.” They laughed and that was a discreet for them both. Imagination was doing a nasty trick with the material of things of mind. A wrong world they were and nothing judicious was certainly. The silence was broken into by Scorpio.

“I have driven all the way from Eldoret, side Kapsoya. I hope you know there in the first place.”

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“No, please,. How does it look like, blue sky? Or…”

“Apparently very normal but on a hold to unpredict period and I think the recess has taken longer. As well as its, as I hear is a high school by structure. It had started in a shoulder prowess but… I have this horse for service.” He pointed at the truck. “I have answered that querry in your eyes.”

“How did you know?”

“Hey, guy! You are real goat of the desert. What time did you come?” another voice interfered.

“Obvious Olili and for you Ken, it was last night.” The answer in Olili question had been delayed by the sweet interlude of Kamaliza.

The noices of dismay, eveident they were at a low level for some time, came more loudly through the far end footpath. The one separating them from the next word as Kinuthis, Scala and Kimbo entered in their view advent. Each one was with own joy in hand shaking and was as if anxious for each other to end the fat hug in one moment. Their funs here and there in that rag were with a long moment familiarity.

Olili saw it in a high flare of giddy goat as in the lambas scenario. There was another latent inclination; perhaps in a nodding acquaintance. Kinutia loathes for new faces on that yard and that did not follow in his piece of reasoning and no one cared. A lead of shield had slammed down his face like curly as if he had eaten raw garlic.

Shortly Kimbo and Scala had towed the driver by hand in jovial probable in rejuvenate towards their lair as Kinuthia in his dubious form feet the pets. Olili with Ken were in their nominal chore found in the timber stores. The gaps had increased on the side of kempher hardwood. As he could only see, Olili did not ask for the reason being that two loadings had been recently. It had been carried on Peter‟s truck towards the new side and there was no fresh delivery to replenish with. He just left it there.

He could and not take the beast by horn being not even languid no matter how he could toil to testify. He had only to keep his hand in; in a way of being unpremeditated seemingly. He had been brandedily strapped into a spider den.

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Here he was busy as the sun sparkled off the vast yard fields pronouncing vivid relaxation as the wild lawn straw graspingly grew a knee height sway pointedly west. Kinuthia lonely scuttled away like a surprised jackal from its rib feast bone. He bypassed the fields and disappeared in the slide of a talisman.

He was now happy of the new comer. Olili had noticed. He is the solo noble in his utmost plans; therefore, he has measured number that partakes into their nocturnal hustles. With vindictive faces, was most often sweet in proximity.

A week later, Kiwi stormed at Scorpio in the face claim that had responded on the truck‟s engine power fall. It was due to over driven beyond the maximum limit hours of service as the mechanical evaluation report was in the latest detailed data analysis. There were damages that could not be allowed on the road if called in immediate urgency. It was due to the driver‟s careless concern and in due he was issued with a standing warning.

So, as he had advanced in familiarity, he amalgamated with the Kinuthia‟s timber marauders. The scandal was done with apparent at night. Always at night as day was for feeding the animals. The chewing of the herbs never changed to sally forth on lips of Scala and Tube day and night for there was the source. They were in real race of warriors.

In this respond, long it was since Olili had been warned over night issues but declared to be sure he was aware why. Whether he was or not did not subject. With the bible of course, he concentrated, in New Testament verses, he took notes with no lost moments. He could stay through the late hours in that situation no one on the yard; even Ken had called anything into question. Only him and he saw himself opening doors into the worsted snared positions in that game.

This was the best freedom and the decision allowable feeling ultra harmonized; no longer a less captured thing. In his plan, he gave the last impression akin to a man taking time out from a difficult job with satisfaction, knowingly that so far he had given a superior performance. Certainly the marauder‟s days are counted forty. He was proxy and he validated.

Last night he saw it by own eyes. At the dark of the 9.30pm it was the hour. He could not believe but had seen four figures imerge from the opposite side of the timber yard. The two concierge in long overran coats with heavy boots were.

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Suddenly he had never seen them like that before. The driver and Kinuthia too were with over coats and that Kinuthia had carried a hand axe having outfitted themselves for the theft of the construction materials. They said was the sacred property of Kalasinga‟s being not unusual to them.

In Olili‟s mind was the Esperance‟s words at Kiwi‟s and that was an open reason why the guards chew daily veves. The herbs of mirah daily night was like a song and nicely new. Here in the open impression they were prowling and shortly had stood listening like wild scared warthogs. The scene was obscured into the awoken mind in total action.

They were waiting maybe for Olili to finish his meat boiling work and turn the fire off. That was the signal indented indisputably. Here he was done and switched of the lights after turning to his room. He was aware the time for the operation had neared and to him that was the last one to stand. Here the fog had gathered adjacently as the deepening night had reloaded twilight in the fist quarter moon that gave the only light. Besides, the security lights on lit bulbs at Ken‟s house provided minimal dims for the purpose.

He could see outside through the window crack and eventually here he had seen what he wanted to distinguish. The four men had bent at a snail’s pace gathering their force to attack the kempher each with a total pile dependently on ones strength. With Kinuthia maybe the entire store at once; he was stronger build in the same harvest. But then, he was the one left for under covering the operation and he Olili was to be watched. The man with machete and hand axe was on prinking of his guard to keep an eye on someone who was not there and was.

It was the violent crack that had given him a chance to keep mum almost not breathing. Outside his lair, the muffled impact and the gay curse from Kinuthia followed only hyphening through in him hissing fear of being seen or heard. He was afraid on his own while someone out there and well armed was afraid of his own sound to be heard or seen by the one inside. Olili only noticed that all people are cowards and shortly felt shameful of his panic.

The one outside had sited on the warm rock at the boiling area. The time was 10.45pm. Ultimately it was done as the signal was engaged and on his final lap,

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Kinuthia confirmed the safety of one inside on their nocturnal hustles. He was asleep. He noticed, maybe thinking him to have gathered a second dream. He supposed violently out there and spat.

He walked away in the ear of hook. A shoulder smile he had shoved to please his successful attempt on covert instinct and was vivid in the security dim lit by walking away with potency. The night new hawking was all flummery and flub on the hustlers shoulder. Few moments later they were loaded across the yard and through into the wild law. They were loaded ant to the strength of a man, could not count the weight but the distance between the market and money.

Imprecisely they walked apparently and with change of the luggage from shoulder to shoulder and their susceptible feet transfigured an omission too expelling the weight on one side. On his helpless feet Chason managed to force himself up imprudently sanitized by the health less elbows to undress. He had confirmed a fall in the stores. Not he not Ken and the game have been chewed by chickens. He only managed a short prayer and slept. The dogs were familiar to Kinuthia and the guards; therefore, they were part of the same incompetency.

They were feeling comfortable wherever close to Kinuthia. In the morning Olili woke up and walked to the shop to buy his morning items in the first break. Some milk and sugar plus blue band and tea leave. He prepared some tea; sweet enough that he rejoice with the taste. In a position he was of a fox heading for deeper woods avoiding late dawn. Pretty safe he was that he felt it. However, in mind, he was like one learning a prologue of evil advantages.

He suspended to steer clear of chances of contempt in a publicity of ugly looks. They were gathering into symbols of insolence in indication. That lean had considered men once given up but to provisional that features changes in their second appeal in, „what can they do.‟ If someone would give them obligation to recall their own youth stages, they would deny as if they were not there.

They were pure witness of features of demonstrative exhibitions predicted in those demerits rituals at length. The play of seek and risk one after the other. Kinuthia had only an orthodox science of groping in every material to find out which things were in the yard slightly than how much was found all over. He was

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more than him and of course he knew Ken was part of that game. He alone was not.

Since Kamau was the benevolent dish winner for the beasts, the dog generously had become exotically acquaint with him in all conditions that catchphrase their sense of noticing the differences. Their enemies were on the other hand their precious friends. The pets, janitors and others were all more than nocturnal inspectors based in clandestine covers. The strong creatures in the name of pets had eaten the bitter magic herb in the name of meat. Hitherto, it was; and their magician Kinuthia was there in authority.

Of course it was his advantage furthered into the same view of the fact that he hoisted from Dagoretti market. He was more than a quality on Ruaha yard. Quite exceptional, yet he was not any laborious to the company. Not even qualified as casual on any basic occasion but familiar like a brew insect on the beer pot: vuyenji. To Olili, despite others, Kinuthia was unknown quality nonetheless to Cheti Singh, any pet mention eerily against Kamau that rides on meat supply was alter to spill the sand on the toe.

He has never been harmful but if only with a walk wrongly in his night business. That was part of the section he is easier said than done to please with a cult of his own enticement. It was right to him in his slogan to let one walk in his way and in due share some distantly consistent secrets; and that one was affable with him. The one clandestine it was Olili had mobilized with extra countenances in his vivid sequence. He called it quire, through talks; and had assessed him being so evasive and unable to be quiescent.

Even though a thought had occurred to him without knowing where it had come from; maybe Kamau was of prison survivors that most often desire to be in. His activities do not mix well in complete bounty and that was why Chason was in impredicated solutions. He was with mingles of thoughts that would command recurrently to prelude. The man Kamau to prolong excessively was so wisecrack and quixotic, but in that private life, better watch ones throat. Otherwise, marauders went on in high rise within the stores. It was Olili‟s supposition in his probing.

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It was no longer Olili‟s stress as he saw it leading towards forty days. The Scorpio would only recover after three hits carrying the same product of timber. The one marketable kempher was their thorough web through mazes passed shortcuts. The two concierges had also made financial arrangements in their daily herb chews as in that same part of extra assignment. They both felt thus agitated and so as to the rest inclusive felt prudent to do something outside their duty in the same hour. Not very normal it was to kill a chicken in the slaughter house.

Olili this time past care but with courage that carried his mind deliberation was with a determined force. Here, he only minds on his errand that he was paid by chances at once in a long struggle or twice a month in along indictment due. He had kept it ultra-vires in deep observation that could not lead to anything else but to attend the church every Sunday. He was not by any chance occult in that way. Even if the obscured stinks were totally close reminiscent of a chow bone in its flesh.

The church was only a stone throw where he worked and was give or take a few five plots a straight walk from where he did errand. For that reason, every night Kamau was on guard; guarding him as the rest hit their trips towards their hawking bizarre. Here, they were; people with no mercy when it reached that active hour of hustle management glued into their formal zealot. It was their working hour as were called into with contrast for them all.

Day hour were regularly shared into this and that, maybe like pets in human mind with behavious of night hour utilities. All of them were obviously towed into by the guru Kinuthia. Any of the common fun it was not but he Olili could be killed if he could say a word that would preclude into that malevolence progress. It was as though he was extremely forgotten in what he was doing with others and treated as if it was not really against nature and its endeavuors.

Apparently to Olili‟s discovery Kamau had master keys that could open all doors. Even reaching him was akin to air in an ideal object. It was like that after Chason had known all that was going on from the ostensibly gestures in oscillated talks here and there into the life in the yard the opposite opponents were living. Moreover he was to be vigilant with gay formats. Though the game at its optimum score prior to, their number had increased after the most notorious Atom merged with them.

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The worst was added when held in discipline as he was given a standby order exclusive of payment. The Kalasinga‟s were of quarterly wonderful quality to bypass someone on hold pay oh God! Pensively Chanson was thinking. Ken had never bothered even if he could notice the faults in the following morning. Maybe he was terrified or storing the mess of even having been warned to keep mum by seeing and not seeing.

The warning was in his fiction loss of throat in the event of responds with negative ethics on the ground that let into their traits. It was likely that way and so as Olili saw it that way. Now in the game Atom had revealed some of their Ali-baba‟s game in a jocund talk business over the hardwood kempher store that had come low.

The insane secret was no longer a clandestine to Olili but the Scorpio was with the interesting thing that he was Olili‟s far tribe‟s man. He Scorpio had never seen any young man like this Olili in all the villages. Or even on the worksite that he had passed through certainly not even the Kapsoya and Ratina or else among the men who came to pose on the side for six months. They will fly home having fulfilled their life in time quarter of casual labourious. He was initially afraid and of course did not want to think about him anymore.

Olili shoved a vampire eye on him promptly that he Scorpio could have noticed that practical frenzy preposterous of his gayest. Anyway, he withdrew with any connection on both talks and words for he was not sure of some traps. As days went ahead, the excise had argumentum opening now foxy in the eye and every Sunday now with the pickup, delivery could be. They were not accordingly ordinary almost not accurate on Cyprus wood store.

The loaded Mithubish 1200 driven by the origin driver had for the past four Sundays delivered the products without record from the store manual report data. The private deliveries were done towards Kawangware through panya routing for Peter lives there within the slum areas. He had any vivid confirmation entirely. Formal village his it was and for that reason he was quite familiar with all those rat mazes contained by.

Chason could not elevate dust on the roof and as a result lingered friendly in that situation of seeing and not seeing by concurring with a vivid imagination. He

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recurred to the verse in the bile that says, „love your enemy‟ and that sort to keep him rancid to himself. He palpitated with the very situation deeply rooted in forgivable loathes with no relation with it; while his opponents would happily rakled with it. He did not count his negligence with the habit anyway.

Moreover they increased ravenously free and he had gone past far smelling a rat and was rather to wait them to stink. For the reason that he had no one to consider facts with and get them meaning or idea; even results. In his thought, he was working out ways of reactionary; but on Ruaha yard, was like Ken had planted a terrible herb that does not excel the idea of talking for one to accept any reason. Olili had made several notes for his book and was humanizing.

Rebuff albeit he was to his colleagues and among any of his words, he was in that loud silence. He would be smelled far faulty than the same constant activities in the presence of the team. He was firmly considered a broken reed; yet he had and was walking on the grounds of coal with no any of the furthest extensions of some sort. Marvelous it was, absurd and less important it was once vanquished by lethargy.

It had post into a major sloth that may cause death even because of the growth in the team. He supposed and left it to hang while he was making his notes. Their fond was genuine as fitted and Chason was hinged into consequential as if serving alter. Surely, all of a sudden in his reverential demeanor, it was in his spiritual lapis lazuli. He noticed and pressed he in control as if he counted it something good in anything which was awful in all others warped. It was of course; he whispered on his own.

He had served for a year in the yard and one day his prayers were answered when the company replaced his place with an Indian called Marvji Khalsi to stay there. He had occupied the two roomed bungalow formally Olili‟s with only a bed and some cooking utensils. He was with a six kilo cooking gas and a double side burner. It was like that more than him with a kerosene stove.

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A hard world it was for the reason that food in the country was scarce due to the 1992 drought tragedy. In the same juncture, there was an appalling mingle that involved into the Middle East war against United States of America. Those were the days of scud missiles beaming in the capital city of Washington under the soul destroyer of Sadam Hussein. Nairobians had a lot of searching for flour. Those whose main dish related to maize meals like ugali were in the face of deep shortages.

It was in the yellow grain epoch and to worsen the whole situation, the provider of the same product had been struck; the Americans. It was a bad mix to be specific. The yellow grain was said to be, and not even available. The price of wheat flour rose and that was another challenge on most of the casual workers in survival. Olili inclusive was and he was drowned in the trend of evil genius of Sadam Hussein. Unlawfully his aimed brutality affected many parts and with general effects.

Many world parts of Kenya being in that precarious shortages faced a position among wounded against its struggle for surviving. Kenya shared in the taking the unjustified cup of the Middle East in the name of Iraq. The shortages of food like rice were at large in normal demands because of the coastal county suppliers who had botched to activate the bounty. Another horrible issue to add on the mocked advantages was fuel shortage. The hit increased the Kenyan fuel supplies so-called deformation.

Concurrently, Chason survived the difficulties that were all over the city and counties besides, his new store at upper Don Bosco Karen center. That one he was was a bending project for Ruaha concrete outskirt of Mbagathi road. So, the work was started almost to the finishing point when he was filled in. water in those areas was seriously hard to find; even from the basic ground boreholes. It was drought.

The company had employed a pleasing system so long as the work continues by drawing water from the running river nearby. The river had bordered the dwellers of Kuinda village slum and Peter the driver was the one in charge of water deliveries. It was through loaded containers as they hit, hit several turns with the pickup. It was through pouring and refilling system in all manual mode of the mutual.

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Therefore, Peter did several turns and Olili was among them with others who were uncharged of the refilling in every time he drove down the river. So interesting it was that each of them felt the active practice so infatuating and pensively in inducing.

As they say people likes enigmatic things lacking know how they carry the lamp hit on the spot. There was a high bridge that allowed the crossing of the same river being beneath where it flows. Villagers use the waters on various utility; inclusive were the same people with same activities up the bridge and below. Except that, those on top could not see or be able to notice any scene beneath. The time now was ten o‟clock, by the way as from Chason notification.

He had encountered Peter in action of hustling into romance with a woman stranger and strangely occurred activities involved at once down the bridge. Of course he was married with two bouncing kids but felt not perfect without what bypass with the flowing water. In that event of hawking from those romance experts, and the water fetching, the flirting desire hooked the chance. They both gathered into results in their nominal err-less world of love act.

At latter it settled in love affairs exclusive of any love making mask protection to sanitize with the said viruses. Perhaps the bridge was just what the doctor ordered mask for them both. However it happened as if it did not. Chason though full of surprise, the shock did not last but left several inapt in cynic. It was an added desire to deform his exposures in sexual activities. That state of poor affairs exclusive of any love making precluding devices was not so applying.

The poor affair diminished his general interest but only he felt the same as he always was, been with the lambas rituals. He had seen many activities including the Musumba‟s heap of odds in challenges full in the trend. Only that, he felt a pin-strip roll of burning sensation down his maw he felt may be of not Peter had been infected either with HIV or Aids direct. He was thinking and as a result dismissed that idea and commenced solemnly with his filling water errands.

Peter was apparently on cloud nine and jocund, therefore, who could grief upon him? Olili contemplated on self. The base mixing of the started bungalow commenced as Khalsi supervised the errands around. It was a perfect control for

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the sun in those plain areas had pronounced too its interest to the fullest. The cotton soils had burst into loud cracks that could host a rabbit. However, the cave spiders, likes of trandula had found permanent habitats.

In tandem Olili had recurred into his days in Ratina flats where Tom Mulongo and the loud words of his having not escaped the mind. He weighs against to the present scene in the same replica; it was the same. He could not find it intricate in peculiarity based on his side driven frenzies. Maybe it was luck of exposure or that that said wood and sound. He thought.

What he saw as eccentric was how he was saved from those mouths of lions. Other than, in the holy episode, the old Daniel, Meshach and Abednego were, and nothing but only a raise of thanks to the Lord most high. On his side he was solo and Maybe, Khalsi was the Angel in the sameness. He thought hard as he balanced his rise of substantiations in a placid form as piquant as one not thought in trance. He was brilliant in mind and his gut in form too as he could measure in his normal stature.

This day was after three months; the weather was serene and warm and the clear sky only carried silent murmurs of normalcy. The environment concurred with the pretense situation was here and there. Wind in that plain area with little of tree growth blew evenly the crow bird far away distances. Hawks flew far to be seen in dots and higher in the deeper sky were. Olili wondered who will bring them back but another wit told him it was nature to serve on its wishes.

He left such fiction mind in position as his friend walked towards his place of work. It was Ole Kajado the casual. “Olili?” He called without any feeling.

“Yes,” was somehow astonished.

“Did you hear that Kinuthia was stopped effectively from meat supply food for the pets?”

“No, no one here had passed the news to me. Despite that I now hear it from you. Tell me!” He demanded.

“Of course Marvji had worked out laced his precepts and there he did not want to wait further evidence in explanation.”

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“What about the rest…” It was a gradual interruption.

“Like the Scorpio was given summery dismissal letter. He left the yard within the effected data. Then Ken was fired within the same month. It was to him unfortunate too.”

“How unfortunate, my dearest white rose?” Olili smiled and failed to control his desiring urge in the news unexpectedly.

“One day Kamiliza ran into Kamau at Ndonyo market and at latter in their talk it did not take long they broke into disagreement and there Ken lost an arm.”

“How?”

“Wait! Kinuthia took it away with his branded machete. Romoured it had been that Ken was the ultimate cause of the lost source of Kamau‟s bread surely. So, the contract had muffled in the dust like that.”

“Oh!”

“Just like that and it did not only end there for the reason that Kamau was jailed and judged next to murder. Now, this moment we are talking he is serving twenty solid with panel servitude with no appeal.”

“Twenty what?”

“Twenty years I daresay, avocado boss boy. Ken is still under treatment while he waits for his final dues. However, he had to leave the yard and look for a place somewhere in the slums. Not Ndony because of Kamau‟s relatives. Lucky he was to get a relative and he is on his own labour of penance they say that.”

“What about our best driver?” Olili quothed.

“He is worse than.”

“Just put I posted sweet copper head.”

“HIV and Aid; his family had abandoned him when it turned bleak. He died. At latter, Marvji would not trust the concierge as a result he dismissed them. He is as known one who does not leave stain on concealed things.”

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“Oh, my God!” Olili said in full surprise after that sweet Swahili of Masai. He was so openly expressive.

“That was not enough; after Muhamed was dismissed, few months Tube Kimbo was too.” The spot light in the timber loss in that yard disapproved him to remain trusted.”

“Were they replenished or odd on anything?” Chason asked while he was in mass suspicion in mind.

“Of course, yes. Others from the main office are. It follows that, Scala being jobless and used to various things, the virus of marauds had spread into his daily night chewing herbs. He at latter merged into a gang of robbers operating along Somali Kenyan borders. They apparently worked through the capital city here. It was between Hilton hotel and the Bank of Baroda in the middle of Tom Mboya and Moi Avenue.”

“What happened?” Olili said cutting the Gordian knob before the long Masai expressions.

“Be slow sweet Avanti.” Silence was in a moment. He continued. After seeing how zestful his mate was in the lurid tell. “He was shot dead.”

“Oh my God. How?” The terror experience recurring in his stored mind, maybe his recycle bin.

“By the secret service trained covert operation. Major Imbwaka of Hammer Point shot him after some exchange of short shooting among the other three. They were four against one but two were shot and the next two escaped. They are only counted dead because nothing escapes the Hammer Point secret service.”

“I have never heard of this tool you talk of. What does it deal with?” He perceived freer in his likes.

“It is managed by the former secret service, elite of con ops Solae Wau. You can get that information in the book, titled „operation good Samaritan.‟ It is written in the series of what goes around comes around. I think in that series is 3.”

“I will get along to know this; then?”

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“They were operating to target the bank of Baroda daytime robbery, almost successful but all ended like that. Those who escaped with injuries will still be the guest of the savour Solae.”

“What about Kimbo, my God?” Olili said awfully sorry deservingly pensive. He realized his eluding brows sweating.

“That one is there. Me amalgamated the other slum Woriae families in Gadina village. The money he was paid for service was spent by majority of that clan in the fields of miraa cut and chews teething. Of course with his carrier, he succeeded an errant once again with the company they say is Falcon security. Then there with life continued; like that.” Ole Kajiado explained at the end was with a smile; a simple smirk for sure.

“All right, that is good with Tube then.” Olili mentioned.

“The new team Marvji had inducted took the ladder of that methodology with measured routine and is organized then and now.”

“Thanks buddy Ole. You have been so kind in your generosity by consultation into those unexpected but only known in the imagery of forty days.

“True, not four hours. Let me complete my job, we shall talk again.” He left to his work place. Now there was lonely in mind but birds most often gives courage. They whistled eardrop as others cawed; inclusive, were snipes and at once near the river: and with the environment. With murmurs are always present. The day was finally over and they all departed from the new side.

Before the earliest of the soonest future, Olili had applied for job in various companies as marketing manager. Few weeks after all the differences he had incurred, he was called for an interview. Having stayed eight solid months at his present place it was; and that means, his diploma had matured for a year and almost two. Later, after the interview as it was dated, two weeks that followed, he was called for work. He was to work with Interfright group of companies east and central transits.

The main head dispatch offices were situated along Lunga Lunga road. The headquarters was in Lilongwe; branches at Bujumbura and Qatar. He was to work for Nairobi office for the start. But then, traveling will be at large for in

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added advantages, he had also in his studies involved business consultants. However, he was happy for it was requisite to count the Lord great in all His ways as the situation counter staged in lingered obscured in hidden world.

On the contrary, he could not resent about it all; the aft of course did built that future God‟s way. Six months after his new job on managerial basis, he visited his home relatives while driving in the company car. The successful ride was ultimately in that amazing fortune in the city. He had parked at his nephew‟s first house as he had screeched on a halt at Fiasco Kweyu domicile.

The heavy hug was in tight embrace in other added blessings cored into that fortune. In a stealthily great reception, all good news flowed from both sides. Both were too of dreadful and discreet news. He had seloliguayed as he had shortly come out of his shots of reveries in silence.

“My nephew had you driven in on the idea that follows the departure of your Kuka or just on normal visit. That is part of the sad news?” the uncle broke into that emphatic silence contained in mingles with some surprise shortly seen in Olili‟s face.

“I just drove in uncle, and in fact your briefing has set me along with amazement outside the old one in many wishes. How does it look like?”

“We get prepared and drive over. The driveways are clear as from the counties highways formal.” Kweyu replied. “I mean the roads to your grandfather are scrutinized through the ten kilometers rural data. He is the father to your father.” He continued.

There, Chason denied and gave stern firmly impression with demanding knowingly. His mind was now unrelated with pieces of peace. Why did his uncle use the word, „father to my father, is my father still living?‟ His wandering eyes revealed confusion in the talking silence.

“Okay! We can get prepared shortly; what about my mother?”

“She has been here; her and other relatives have already joined into mourners. Even your father who was once thought to be dead has come and I may wonder where he got that information from.”

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“What is his name?”

“He is called Harun.” Kweyu had incurred.

„Harun?‟ Chason asked his instinct as certain confusion suddenly had cut into his loaded mind. The Harun he knows was not the one that was said to be. After a short silence as if he was in short prayer, he asked his uncle Fiasco together with his mother‟s mother; the granny and another neighbor to prearrange for the drive off to let their walk to funeral. Precisely was to unite him towards the mourning of his relative grandpa.

In a concise moment they drove in the evening while the sun lowered on the southern west Wanga hills. They had to arrive prior to twilight. Otherwise, with that speed they did and the burial was to be the next day. The Rev. Father Alfred of Bumini parish was to head the burial mass. At last here was the car entering the home of the great Manasi Amos. The home was apparently crowded but gradually the new team sauntered in silence towards the dead body as obvious in obsequies formal.

The mother to Olili multipart those after three throws in horsed squeaks as the voice left others in the analogous sorrows. The squeaks maybe were on both occasion; one for the late dad and the un-sorrowful having seen her son in another state bewilderingly. The nearest was surely of the dead secret of his son‟s father biologically.

It was about mourning and so the entire domicile was full of smoke in doted places of diverse voices of the sad moment. As they had settled after a song and some prayers to the journeyed village elder, here was Harun Musuba to great them in an over lashing astonishment. In silent he did not ask but wondered how impossible of possible could be that Chason was crying over the death of his father, yet they only knew each other as distance relatives.

Both had exchanged the flowing predicamented moment as they settled in mind that lingered palpitating. Here was Chason Olili; the one Harun Musumba knows incredibly well and verse-vase. Ofcourse the mother was there, eye to eye she had to witness the shameful events that had grown with crown history. Later, they entered into their stories of the city but none of them both had asked how

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possible would it be for both of them being there. There in the village home and with other relatives he Olili knows.

Harun had no idea, any meaningful idea how Olili had come and how he had known about the funeral. Maybe was as an old friend. He thought quickly as Olili noticed to be there no other Harun in the presence. So he had it that, that was his believed father as it had lived to be in maybe. He supposed and aborted the question to offset the adding data stress in his sanely mind.

Now the team of six people was asked to enter the next abort for some meals that were ready. Among them was uncle Shisia and Anguche. The sedate talks had taken place as the position in that birthright was completely vacant. Utterly was spaced for that particular topic. On them was also with their sided burial program and then was flipped by the once kept secret. Kweyu cut the crap as there was no more moment in doubt.

“I stand here to plead for forgiveness from my uncle. This young man is strong and has been stronger to stand on his right. I daresay, his birth right. Apparently arduous to know his biological father on this based topic and he has lived only to know that his father was dead. It was as he was said to be. I stand to pathetic excuse on this. Mr. Musumbas this young man here is the child you abandoned on the first day of his birth. Besides, Olili Chason is his name.” pause plus silence was.

To continue Anguche took over in smooth breath as the outside murmurs cut frenzy whooshes giving chances. “young man, uncle Chason, This is Musumba Harun your biological father who had lived in the shadow of the word you had loathed at the greatest sorrow. You had lived in your eye explanatory asking how a person should hang about being said dead with none of his grave shrine.” Quiescence broke into the really family. Hard it very was for Harun to submit his consent that Olili was his only son. Hitherto, it was pure truth and here he was, sitting here. The Olili whom he had done his least to increase his brutality shares in pester. He was here now being his only child; he could not resist standing the self mock. The shock had overwhelmed the concept and here he collapsed.

The thought that his son had slept into dirty pits under his user of the stranger in the city applied discipline was badly his loathing myth to stand. At

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one he was carried to the car and driven to the hospital at the county level Shianda. Olili had driven at a high speed past Lubinu and here he was laid in the patient section of shock trauma psychological evaluation.

In the morning, the weather was still after the night that was spends outside in the home of the late Manasi. The vast home was full of mourners as smoke filled the space in slow songs of rising as the moisture was encompassed. The smell of funeral and the croton sab logs burnings from the last night fires were, inclusive to this moment‟s. The east was firmly formatting into the reshaping through the shaving sky from deeper skies there out of the obscured lining of the night.

Respectively in cacophony fiches hisses into their street to the ultimate dedicating, rightful thanks were to their maker and provider from heaven to earth. As it was said to be done on both, even birds knows. Insects for their last night kingship now were mum for the fear that birds were awake. Even lizards could stay quiet for reason that stalk birds were here. Chason, uncle and his other drove to the hospital as the sunbath had improved.

They wanted to have a prayer of reconciliation before their great father as lay to down and the clemency and the all inspiration small procedures were to be covered by Father Rev. Alfred. They had just arrived at the hospital when another vehicle, a white Toyota Wagon also parked on the left rib. It was not for the Rev. for he had walked ahead in the alley towards the ward. The county medical center Shianda was wide with smell of morphine and the medical sanitizing solutions.

Musumba had to be given benediction sacrament as everybody had followed in silent mode as the only noise was in muffle with medical stiff stinks and their floor thuds. It with their breaths in tight nose hiss solely as nothing was said by the word of mouths. The astonishing shoulder impression Olili had taken in that turning right lounge had taken a slide moment to recon. Only here he was to realize that Voyio and Douk Lenak were. He wondered as their eye smile went in askance; especially Olili. What was happening? He whistled in a hiss silently loud.

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They all heaped into that ward, after all Harun was admitted and the silence was cut by short a prayer preceded by trinity to end with it. The accessories in that Morning Prayer that was administered were carried forward. They were ended as Olili animatingly zealous in the same pressured Luangu and Voyio adjacently walked out. The conversant Rev. in the formal with others was left with the rest of inspiration persistence.

“How did you know this place by the way?” Olili agitatedly inquired. “I mean the two of you?”

“Very normal Olili besides this is home mark you? That woman in red spot dress in my mother.” Voyio the one called Ilavonga said.

“You mean my niece; you must be a great fun in this? Stop joking and I really hate such jokes.”

“Of course believe it the way it is and understand; that is how it had to be.” “Did you know Harun as my father or…?”

“No, we knew him only the way you did and even me am in complete confusion.” Lies it was.

“Douk, how about you, I daresay, how then you…. It is a familiarity and no one should over think it otherwise. We are here in a complete overly driven here and the sail is not authentic correspondingly.”

“Do not worry Olili; the sister to Ilavonga is married to my elder brother. He is in Mombasa working with Bamburi cement as manager operation. I am currently with Nairobi main supply stores as a field manager on the market level. That is my car.” He pointed.

“Welcome, that is so far the optimum in this. So, I cannot draw imagination on. In that long run, see, it is here. I know you Mr.” they all laughed as Olili had placidly said with no eerie or spirit of envy.

Shortly, was a burst of wail at once as they all turned to notice that the bouncing voice was of Voyios‟s mother? Closely aft she was Wivo in a second wail wearing a bat badly contorted impression with loathing furry in it. The mother to Voyio is Musumba‟s sister. They both came closer and passed the

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report that Harun Musumba had shortly breathed his last. Musumba‟s sister past the wail as she sanely ran back home to report to the rest of mourners concerning the fresh death.

In Wivo‟s eyes was with a thorough left over feeling that said openly that, „Musumba died a long time ago.‟ However, to Olili, it was loudly said. Terrible consequential for err that crossed God‟s level of patience maybe or not. Wonderful enough, he was dead but his male part was fully erect. That was anther history. Maybe or perhaps curse; who knows of course. The elders had wondered when they were called in the hospital for their cult in formal procedures that fell in such habitual. It was.

The new technology with medical special program on shock trauma in the county hospital had had now pioneered into many historical techniques for critical care. In doing so, it had overthrown many historical precepts of conventional medicine that had been true in any field; shock trauma inclusive. It was founder in such hot morals situation; one that had not helped the process with maybe brutality options. Musumba being greatest and most noticed felon of course but in many un-ostensibly obvious maybe right in nearly all detail leading his death. He would not resist his fall as his soul and mind failed. Had failed to perform duties of a husband and a son he treasured to more than own life.

A husband type he who escapes the coming storm past the market leaving behind to purchase house usages in food form. In addition to sends the wife in storm to the market late evening; was of this likes. Olili supposed. Other than, now was in vanity and the brutal was the end product; God‟s way. He had struggled in his way to the new life to say sorry… but went in his own lips reading. It was a reception for those who had no share in the prudent fortune of the mighty to have a share in their misfortune. Douk supposed.

Father Rev. was cynic enough to see the homour of such life throw. After triumphant evidence in benediction, and the burial of the village elder, both were in natural defiance, he left and drove to the parish. It was an amazing fortune in the city carried to the village. It started here and was to end right here; being that fortune imposes certain obligation. Olili contemplated.

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It was fresh with 6.30am curls of traditional mourning, those who had slept on the grass in various spots had now witnesses the yellow washes in the shaving east. The formal in universal sciences were in the custom of the two life promoters. The formal was between the night that normally obeys that rules of the day as time calls in. the alteration was so far genuine as the 7.00 o‟clock glob had immerged on the sloppy hills of Navakholo.

The night support fire that had precluded mourners from cold had glowed and the elders had moved the remaining woods for the next twilight utility in stock end. Of course tea was served in that day for further arrangements for the burial of this wonderful Musumba. The fresh air in the vast home was gathered with smoke mingles deforming the space blue. The puffing out grass roof smoked out violently flattened by the serenely moving air in a stiff mutual way.

At 9.00am, here was Rev. Parking his car being in full service outfits as the gospel songs were in full mourning songs. From St. Theresa Bumini he had shortly sat briefly while other procedures went along. Then was the burial mass as all and sundry adjacently was silent. He was in a fast state of normal that was flipped by finals of the Musumba‟s burial. Beside the family unity had replenished in that process of the diminished spirits of the old curses that flew into the fire of Christ.

Through prayers of togetherness, and in plead of the spirit of cohesive doctorine which was attuned to the new people as a family of God. That to Olili in that amazing fortune in the city will remain a milk tooth that had turned out toothsomely.

Douk Lanek, Voyio Francis Ilavonga and Chason Olili had sworn to bring the best sorted development in the village. Voyio had had been given work by Douk in the stores as supervisor and things were splendid into the amazing fortune in the city. In vow they had done in respect to help in all the way in needs of the villagers not the Musuba‟s ways in the lambas world. Tree boys had now joined collage in the last six months through their support and with the church, they supported a lot after their jubilee weddings both of them. The fotune revelation on both of them came from that prayer the first meeting Luangu was injured. Christ was their source and provider of their talents. Olili wrote that book.

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Acknowledgement

First I thank those who have entirely given support in editing of this article and the Kenya library for the information that fitted me into my research. This includes the focus turn up in character and language development both gathered in the slot of formal excellent.

It has that moral prowess that courts the reader into the true formal demeanors. Therefore, to treasure ones potential, seek to add the risk so as to activate ones talent. Some hides, but with agility to make you active, in that spun is so as to rendezvous its challenges. Risk in Christ‟s name and that is the answer in this journey and for those who will adopt to get along.

There will be much cost of one‟s time and willing power from somewhere; with the advice in seal through considerate compassion. There will be no predication to tarry for the reason that no talent is forced or copied or eerily admired. You go for it as you will be guided by the guard at the door of wisdom. In that seek and find through hope and faith, here Olili and Douk are the best there is for the academia. Never count time no matter how long it is. Reminiscent of success it is silver tint turned upside down ant thought to be far while it is close at hand.

Good luck

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