Shoe factor

At the kiosk, I decide to buy 3 mandaoz. I was going to be alone in the house anyway and I didn’t feel like buying a whole mkati. Mkanyoz for siku hizi anyway have become too flimsy. I can’t even pakaa blueband without them tearing. I reach my house and a cold chill down my spine.

Nothing in weird in particular. Lakini, the torn piece of matchbox paper I squeezed between the gates before I left had dropped. A look at the padlock…oily prints. Someone was definitely here. I walk inside. The sprinklers are running like normal. What’s this? Okay two sets of foot prints? One set light…tuseme someone who was wearing slipoz or something like that. Probably female. The other, light weight but still bigger anyway. That upper sole grove is for timberlands. Must be a dude but I do not want to conclude. A not so built dude and probably 5’11”. (Don’t ask why the sharp instincts. My dad was X-marines. Posted in North Eastern 83-94. Decorated with honors. I guess its how I was brought up).

I reach the door. No breakages no nothing. Nothing missing inside or outside in the compound. No strange perfume. I sit down to watch TV. I settle for klub kiboko. Quick cup of coffee from the Microwave. Then some kshhh!!! kshhhh!!! Sound. Some quite then the sounds again. Okay someone def is in my back yard. I tip toe to the kitchen side…peek through the kitchen door. Relief! I see Mama Boi’s headband….you know the blue ones for women’s guild? I open the back door and her weave almost fell off “Aki Wash!!! Umenistua!!!!” Aki roundi hii si uko na manguo nyingi jameni???” She is the lady who comes to wash clothes then goes. My current housie is on maternity leave.

I’m shy to ask her how she entered lakini. Sometimes I feel like she kujaz and gives herself work and forces a bill on me…but maze ukiskia testimony yake you will sympathize. We do a little plastic chats and smiles then she finally bombs me with a comment. “Na Wandesh Siku hizi haukai kama uko na furaha? Kwani kazi inakupeleka aje?” I deny deny deny! Everything is fine. I brave a smile. I leave for her a 2 soc then head back to my chair wondering what the hell now. No cash and I don’t feel like going to the MPesa.

I get up to go to “the base” and while I boot the systems, Mama Boi knocks the kitchen window and I go back to chekii whats up. She rinses her hands quick then steps out of the SQ bathroom wearing her medium-heeled sandals. “Mimi wacha ni rudi practice. Tuonane Tuesday!!!!”

I’m at the comps once again then the brute chill comes back to my mind again. Wait a minute, if shes wearing heels, then whose……

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