Fireworks in cigarette 2

By Kenneth Jura

After Ole Lempa was quickly taken to the dispensary, Henry’s mum and other medical staff waited to attend to him. Meanwhile at the scene the amount of blood on the red soil depicted the degree of his injuries. A crowd had gathered near his humble aboard, they talked in hushed tones as if he had died while others supported their heads with the palms.

Shortly thereafter Emale’s elder brother Keagan emerged from their house shouting while pointing at Henry, as if confused Henry pointed at himself then pointed at the crowd over the fence. Keagan shouted “You good for nothing boy, today you will know who I am” he heaved as he surged towards Henry.

His hoarse voice had caught the attention of the crowd and Sandra’s sister had already used the small opening on the fence.

“I knew Henry had to be involved in this” Keagan held his brother and Henry by their collars.

“Who between the two of you is involved in this?” he asked.

Henry shook his head not knowing that Keagan knew about their mischief too well. He slapped Henry leaving marks on his bony face as though they were rumble bumps.

At the hospital, Henry’s mum together with other hospital staff made sure that Ole Lempa was stable and bleading stopped. He was put under anesthesia then stitched. Four stitches ran from nose’s base to his lip and his sinuses fixed.

Later that evening as Henry’s family sat on the dinner table taking supper; rice, kales and beef. Henry’s father sat next to Tess, Tracy sat opposite Henry’s mum and Henry sat at the head of the table.

“Ole Lempa was badly hurt from an explosion, what happened Henry?”’ the mother quickly asked looking at Henry’s eyes

“I don’t know” Henry responded brusquely

“Don’t talk to me in that tone” the mother countered

A knock deflated the rather ballooning quarrel between Henry and the mother.

“Come in” Henry’s father said as he went for the door.

“Welcome” he extended his arm leading the visitors to the living room.

Sandra’s aunt, Emale’s mum, Mrs Kisaka, Emale and the estate chairman Mr. Mwangi came in.

“Mama Henry, your son will one day kill us” Mrs Kisaka said at a kimbo.

“Wait, let him (pointing at Emale) tell you what he confessed to us earlier”

“If you dare lie then you will know why I am a police woman” Emale’s mum fumed.

“I…I..I was sent…” Emale stuttered before he was rudely stopped by the mother.

“I did not give birth to a stammerer?” Emale’s mum asked twitching the son’s nose

“Ok, mama Emale kindly sit so that the boy can be free to tell us what happened” the chairman spoke with a dignified tone.

Henry stood from his chair, cleared the table and started doing dishes before he was abruptly called by his father.

“Come here Henry”

“What did you do to Ole Lempa?”

Henry looked at Emale as though looking for cues on what to say from where he left, Emale on the other hand avoided eye contact with him.

“Speak up kijana” Mwalimu shot from his seat.

Before he uttered any word Tessy had already brought his father’s belt. On seeing the belt Henry mumbled words which nobody in the living room could hear. In his mumbles an aura of pride, courage and fulfillment made him smile but not visible enough to the father and visitors to know but quite noticeable to the mother.

“Tell us exactly what you did, not that we don’t know?” the mother urged Henry.

“Mum, Ole Lempa beat me more than enough times because my ball went on their side. He even pricked my ball twice. You remember you told me that I should not allow people to beat me”. Henry said pleadingly.

“What kind of nonsense is this? Mama Henry”  His father rejoined as he sank his head in his palms.

“I am sorry, I did not intend to hurt Ole Lempa that much” Henry begged for mercy.

“What do you mean that much? How far did you intend to hurt him?” the tyrannical mama Emale quizzed.

Henry looked less studious, more frail than usual with tears lingering from his eyes.

“Your naughtiness has made Ole Lempa to be admitted, we no longer have a watchman, Ekira, Ole Lempa’s daughter will not see her father today till when he will be discharged”

“Will you pay for his medical bills?” Mr Mwangi asked rhetorically.

They then decided that each parent who had come will each cane Emale and Henry. Henry got two of the best strokes as Emale got one.

On each stroke that whistled through the air and landed on Henry’s minute behind led to him an inaudible scream.

After the beating Henry stood and apologized profusely especially to their chairman who was more at pain than anyone in the room.

Several minutes thereafter they left for their homes as Henry left for his room to sleep sniveling.

Tracy loved his brother so much that she found herself crying more than Henry.

“They beat me but Ole Lempa will never mess with me”.  Henry said feeling content.

She smiled.

Fireworks in cigarette

By Kenneth Jura

Henry, the second born child known to be cheeky yet his smooth oval shaped face would never depict this character. He had two other sister Tess and Tracy. Henry’s sisters were bigger than Henry and each time his play mates would tell him that instead of eating, his sisters would do so on his behalf. He had the tiniest frame in the estate, the youngest, shortest, cheekiest yet he was at the top of his class whenever they sat for exams.

His classmate Emale was two years older. He stood by the sidelines of the field as he watched his classmates play. There was a time Ronnie, he was the fairer footballer, hit him with a ball in an attempt to make him join the rest in playing. He did not barge. Fortunately, the two found a unique friendship in that Henry would be teased that he does not eat yet Emale was the contrary.

Henry’s father the headmaster popularly known as “Mwalimu” of a nearby school and the mother a clinician were both loved as they were kind save for the mother who almost loved quarreling . Mwalimu’s son was loved too by his fellow children because they were the only ones in the estate to own a TV and Henry had a ball. Two luxury things yet, a-must-have as a kid.

Henry liked Sandra a girl who was from a nearby estate, Bondeni. A field divided the two estates, to access their estate you had to go round but because boys are always boys they made an access route through the hedge for easy access whenever their ball went over the fence or whenever Henry wanted to see her. Henry and his friends had to do this very fast lest they were caught by Ole Lempa, Bondeni’s watchman who had a chimney on his mouth. He had tried severally to seal the hole but they knew just how to maneuver.

Henry’s friends feared being beaten and kicked by the one and only Ole Lempa, so whenever they kicked the ball over the fence many would melt leaving Henry to sort the matter after all it was his ball. On two occasions Ole Lempa deflated the ball and on the other he confiscated it rendering the boys powerless. As he continued with his life, Henry knew laissez-faire attitude would be hard.

Together with Emale they plotted to get back their ball through hook and crook. Sandra informed the duo that Ole Lempa had put it in his “house” that he took cover in when the sun’s rays became unbearable. The plot worked out well when Sandra pretended to have called him for tea at their house yet Emale went in to take the ball upon which he would throw it to Henry.

A day later Ole Lempa was so shocked to see them play with the same ball he thought he had confiscated.

“If the field becomes too small for you then I will keep the ball for you” said the mean looking guy.

As the game became sweeter more legs came on the tiny pitch that had yellowish grass at the end of each goal post. Emale’s cousin, Gody kicked the ball more than the field could manage and it went passed the hedge and onto Ole Lempa’s roof. They all cursed Gody for not having mindful feet and simply being a football glutton. Emale quickly rushed on the edge of the hedge to check whether the lanky watchman was watchful, he had the ball neatly tucked under his armpit ready to whip however went through . Henry did not think twice because his ball was being held by his adversary.

Head first through the hedge only to be received with “ngoto”, other children waved angrily protesting against Ole Lempa’s apparent will to punish Henry. The tall fellow held Henry by his t-shirt pushing him into his house for some thorough caning.

“Leave me alone, leave me alone” Henry squirmed in pain.

Emale struggled to go through the fence and successfully managed.

“What have you done to him, it is not fair, and we are only kids. Emale asked.

“Children who are not disciplined, children who are not obedient” retorted Ole Lempa.

“I will do to you something you will never forget in your life”. Henry said as he dusted himself hastily with tears freely flowing from his cheeks.

Defiantly, they went through the same route that they had been told not to use. Henry had nothing to lose; he had already paid the price of using it, after all.

Three months went by; Henry’s mum monitored how often he played with his ball after whispers reached her that Henry had been beaten. One Saturday afternoon, Emale and Henry were seated under the shed talking about how they would be playing with fireworks in the evening then Ole Lempa peeped through the hedge.

“Emale, come here” he said lowering his voice pleadingly.

Emale ran knowing that he would be sent.

“I want you to buy for me 4 sticks of Supermatch cigarettes at the shop” Ole Lempa said as his kneck craned both ways to avoid being seen.

As they strolled to the shop which was some blocks away, Henry told Emale that he had an idea that he wished to share after purchasing the cigarettes. After the purchase they took a different route and near Mwangi’s garage Henry took out the tobacco from the supermatch stick then put fireworks that he had in his buggy shorts, Diwali was two days away. He took another stick and did the same. Carefully he returned the contents. Henry did all this to Emale’s dismay.

“Why did you take all that time” Ole Lempa shouted at Emale

“I was doing you a favour, so stop policing me” Emale curtly answered.

He took his cigarettes and threw a five shillings coin at Emale and quickly sealed the hedge.

Henry rose from his sitting position to see how Ole Lempa would smoke.He hoped that he would start with the cigarette that had fireworks. Ole Lempa thirstily took out a cigarette lit it then followed by a long emphatic inhale while raising his head in search of ecstasy. Henry gleefully watched from the fence. Emale ran to their house.

After several puffs, a loud overwhelming bang rent the air. People around Ole Lempa’s shelter scampered for safety only to raise their heads after seeing the bony fellow down and blood oozing from his nose and mouth. As neighbors gathered around him Henry stood stiff from the fence not knowing what to do.

Sandra’s aunt, who also worked with Henry’s mother had just arrived from work. She was quickly summoned to help their watchman who was between life and death. She pinched his nose and immediately told Sandra to call Jose, the ambulance’s driver.  After 20 minutes the ambulance’s sirens were heard from a distance coming to Bondeni estate. He was put in the ambulance and the crowd that had gathered started to ask what really had happened? What led to the blast?

To be continued

Television on modern family

By Kenneth Jura | Kenya

A friend recently told me she is expectant, I immediately passed her my congratulatory message. After a moment of silence I asked her whether I could also do the same to the man in the picture, I mean the process is still on-going but at least the raw materials were well chosen, she laughed so hard to tears sliding on her oval face.

Several months ago the church went head on with a television commercial where a woman claimed that her husband always comes home too drunk however Mbugua a grocer makes sure that she never misses some romp meanwhile Mbugua is seen with a young lady having an intimate conversation. The lady in question was talking to her friend who advised her to make sure they use a condom whenever they had a tumble.

Many television commercials have gone an extra mile to indirectly dictate how an ideal family should look like, how many members each unit should have, the social hegemony pushed by these advertisers is quite interesting and one that should be looked at keenly. Billboards for instance tend to communicate a lot and here in the city under the sun or is it the city under burst sewer and blocked drainage? Our governor can help in answering this. Along the only Super Highway just next to Thika Road Baptist there is a billboard with the picture of a husband, wife and two children who are of different gender. The same billboard by National bank can also be seen on Studio House along Argwings Kodhek Road and Jogoo road, some few meters passed Uchumi Jogoo Road.

The National Council for Population and Development’s mandate is to research, analyze, develop policies and provide leadership on matters population, this is a good council to have however I am not sure whether they are the purse carriers who rivet the idea of how many children each family should have and thus work hand in purse with advertisers.

The famous aiii commercial by Britam is classical example of how family units are being overtly told to follow “our example”. While you are still refreshing your mind on the aii commercial the other one is “kimbo” commercial that still pushes the agenda of how many children should be in a family. These commercials are well thought of and researched more over I am not trying to rubbish the communicative weight that they pass across neither am I on a high pedestal to question the concept and its further shooting however, my concern is on an overlooked area of freedom to have as many may be an covert agenda.

The children in these ads must always be two; a boy and a girl, tuzo has managed to slide a convincing envelope of ideas to us with this ideology same to the dettol’s television commercial.

The most recent commercials have only one kid in between the supposed husband and wife; doom, bamburi cement golden fry come to mind. This is arguable from different quarters where some people feel having more children is the ideal family after all God said go ye and fill the earth and thus in its true sense one pushes, no pun intended, the elastic limit to have many even if they cannot keep up with the economy.

Early this year we were treated to a voluptuous lady who went on to “remove tint” as it is called by Kenyans on Twitter #KoT who went hard on her with epithets thrown her direction while at it some of adorable fans stuck with her. Television commercials have also taken this approach with the lady/wife must be chocolate, yellow-yellow or “rangi ya thao”. My view will be well echoed by black beauties that they too are beautiful and not only needed as extras in commercials.
The look good, feel cool is greatly pushed by adverts and many ape with the full knowledge not that it is the right path to indeed follow, on that note why must those girls in the “Always” advert sing?

Baptism Talk

By Kenneth Jura | Kenya

Nicole made sure she had nicely put our children’s birth certificates in the many pockets of her handbag. Angie on the other hand put on her recently acquired red pair of wedges with a nice floral dress with a slit not too long to reveal but decently short to expose her legs. Two days earlier a call had come through from a lady who referred to herself as Imelda, the church’s secretary.

“Am I speaking to Mr. Jura? This is Imelda the church secretary. I am calling to inform you about a meeting that you must attend together with your family so that your children can be baptized.”

She was quite stern although courteous.

“10am is the meeting time,” she added.

Angie was in a foul mood all the way to the church, each time asking and speculating why we had to be subjected to back and forth from the church. Nicole comforted her by telling her to stay calm and not stress about it as all would go on well. Mid-way we met the middle aged man who was snoring in church and later told the congregants how tough his marriage life was. We all stared at him feigning forgetfulness of the events in church last Sunday. He seemed quite elated and even afforded to wave. Angie immediately asked us how tough life was yet be quite awesome in equal degree.

Arrival

The church compound was half full with vehicles of all kinds but what caught our attention was a lustrous black metallic Audi Q7 Quattro with 17 inch black rims and red brake pads. “Can you be a pastor for a day? Nicole said this owing to her near connoisseur knowledge of cars

“Hahaha as long as it takes me to my destination” Angie quipped with a twitched nose.

The other corner had average type of cars with few recent plates on them.

Angie and Nicole walked side by side as I followed them to the reception. In there a slim lady in a long light green pleated dress with low heeled sandals to complete the look. On one hand she carried a notebook with the church’s logo on it and on her left hand a pink pen squeezed in between her fingers and smile to crown our entry. She ushered us in “Is this Jura’s family?” I answered to the affirmative as we put our derrière on the cleaned seats that dotted the reception.

“Be patient other pastors have already come so we are only waiting for Reverend Lucas Kabaye’s arrival so as to commence the meeting, where are my manners?”

“My name is Imelda Kanyinga the church secretary” she said apologetically while shaking our hands in gaiety.

“How many people will be present in the meeting?” Nicole asked

“All members of the local church council will be present” Imelda answered

“How many was the question?” Nicole insisted

“Twelve people”

Verdict    

15 minutes thereafter the secretary picked a call from an extremely grey shiny handset”

“Yes Mchungaji (Reverend) they have arrived”.

“Kindly come with me” she said as we all stood up and followed her.

A dark brown oak door swung in exposing us to the optical nutrition of the men of the cloth who had already taken the sitting positions in the large oval conference table. On the other end of the table sat Reverend Kabaye who warmly welcomed us to the local church council meeting to discuss our children’s baptism.The reverend sat on a black high back arm-chair craning his neck towards me.

“Mr Jura having gone through our records we found that you have been religiously paying your tithes and your monthly contribution – an amount I pay out of my personal obligation to the church which is very different from tithe, together with your family under registration number 30662” the senior pastor groaned amidst intermittent coughs that made his reading of the statement seem like an hour’s monologue.

“Kindly tell us who Angie is and who Nicole is to you?” Kabaye started interrogating me.

“They are both my wives and that their children are my children too” I answered in anticipation of the next question.

“You know quite well that polygamy is against the teachings of Christianity?” Do you know that we do not recognize her” while pointing at Angie’s.

“Excuse me could I say something” Nicole pleaded with the owlish looking-eyes of the robed men.

“This is so unfair why are we being subjected to interrogation as though we are not a family yet the person who you are pointing at is my sister and that we all agreed to marry one man?”

“How many wives did Solomon have in the Bible again? I plead that grant our children baptism according to the doctrines of the church and not be subjected to unfair treatment because of their family set-up additionally; God is for us all not a selected few”

A middle aged man who spoke with a dignified high pitched tone retorted saying that they got the point and that we should exit the room for them to deliberate.

Departure

We left the room and on coming back in, Reverend Kabaye who had already closed his notepad said as though conferring some power to us, “It has been unanimously agreed that your children will be baptized in church but before then Angie and you, Mr. Jura, have to wed in a civil union”.

“Is that a pre-requisite for them to be baptized?” I innocently asked

Kabaye nodded in the affirmative, rose from his chair and showed us the door saying that they needed to discuss other matters that did not require our presence.

We left feeling happy that our children will be baptized in church as we wished although a civil marriage stood between the special water ritual and my children.

“It is good we resolved all pending issues with the church and therefore let’s go celebrate with our little ones” Angie shouted as she pulled back our jalopy’s door.

 

 

 

 

Baptism dilemma

By Kenneth Jura | Kenya
We all sat waiting for the service to start, on my left and right were two sisters, Nicole and Angie, sandwiching me between them like some young cheeky boy not to be left alone roaming in the church and its precincts. On my lap sat my little daughter as the mother sat with our youngest son. Our first born son, Ricky left for Sunday school, from which he stood to benefit more with his fellow children as opposed to joining us in the adult service.

Earlier that morning my wife asked of what I thought about our twins being baptized as is the common practice in our church, they were now six months and quite ripe for baptism. “Can we start looking for God parents ?” she asked “Why should we?” my other wife interjected. “Hey we need to hurry up we are getting late” I evaded the question to deliberately avoid a debate.

We all stood up as is the norm although on the farthest end of the row was a gentleman with a goatee which had started graying, a nice suit to match and a checked shirt. He wore a pair of lacoste shoes and a shiny silver omega watch.
Midway into the service the gentleman heavily snored that everyone’s optical were aimed at the petite girl in a yellow dress who shook him to avoid further eye jabs. He woke up with blood shot eyes not bothered by what the congregation thought of him, he majestically inserted his index finger into his nostrils in a bid to empty its contents then cleaned it in an upward position using his palm, stretched sideways and sat on his right derriere with his legs crossed.

“In the book of Judges 13 a man called Manoah stood the test of time with a barren woman…” sermon was meticulously delivered by Rev Akello and driven home by her abrasive examples and straight talking manner. “Children are never to blame when they hurl insults at each other, parents are, who steals CDF money if not parents?, when children die of hunger yet money meant for their school feeding programme has been embezzled is it a child or a parent?” She asked an attentive church as one lady shouted from the last row “Amen”. Just after the Amen the sleeping gentleman shot up from his slumber and went straight to the pulpit his feet a little shaky though was helped by able ushers who guaranteed his steadiness.

Stagger…
“I am sorry for interrupting this church’s programme” he said in an eloquent, accented deep voice yet frail frame. The usher handed him a microphone. At this time the reverend was kind enough to allow the gentleman say what he needed to say.

“How many people know me?” he asked the congregation which saw some hands slowly raised.
“I have a problem that today I want to share with you good people of God” he quipped as the congregants fidgeted uncomfortably on their seats.
“I usually come to church to find peace, the peace that humankind finds in the presence of God, it is that peace that once I sit down I fall asleep because at home there is too much noise”. He hesitated then carried on… “Too much battery that makes it a living hell in its true sense, peace escaped our home ever since I married her” He expounded with finality as tears lingered his dry eyes.
“My wife whips me and the children that I had to take our children to village to avoid seeing them clobbered by their own mother while I helplessly looked on. I need your help church” he said in a shaky voice.

“We shall help you kindly sit, we shall follow up after the sermon” said the reverend.
The reverend took another 15 minutes upon which she concluded her sermon; we sought for our son who was still playing with other children.
The usual daddy buy me this, mummy buy me that filled our eardrums from Ricky’s demands as we walked to the church administrator who ushered us in asking whether Angie was an aunt.
“No she is my wife” I replied. “What of this other one?” the slender though sharply dressed man asked with a smile.

“She is too” I replied as I sat.

“We would like to register our children for next month’s baptism session, we want the twins baptized” I reclined on my chair holding baby Briana tightly in my arms while Brian was fast asleep on the mother’s lap.
He put on his glasses which precariously balanced on his nose though his eyes could still peer through the upper part of the frame.
“What is your registration number?” he asked while looking at his computer.
“30662” I replied.
“You are married to Nicole and you both have a son called Ricky” he replied with a stern voice.
“Yes Sir I agree, I am also blessed with these twins who are also my children” I retorted
“Could I have their names and the mother’s name so that we can fix a meeting with the deacon to clearly understand this matter?” he said as he stood as if guiding as out of the door.
He looked quite angry that I am a polygamous man not by choice but love.
I wrote Angie’s name down in a register written “BAPTISM REGISTER”. After completion I was instantly met with a rather ridiculous frown from this slender man.

We bid farewell to bespectacled guy and left.

“Why was he weird?” Nicole asked as Angie heaved a sigh of relief.

“Let talk about this at home or somewhere else” I answered.

My ladies and the month of October

By Kenneth Jura | Kenya

I am sure by now you know absolutely well that October is the breast cancer awareness month. Consequently, I believe you are aware that I am a polygamous man, if you do not know then kindly revert to my previous blogs “The twins I did not of part one and two”. I am proud of my wives.

One Saturday evening I posed a question to them, my wives, on what they thought on going for a mammogram. Nicole looked up, I noticed she had not anticipated me asking such a question; Angie on the other side was quiet for a moment then said she would not go as she is scared. “I am still young and it is better not to know I have cancerous cells on my boobs than knowing”. “What will my babies do without them?” She asked.

After Nicole’s face changed she was ok with it so we planned on a day to go for the screening. I left Nicole convincing the sister on how important it was not only for the children but her own health.

Screening

A week thereafter I took them to a Nairobi hospital where we found other ladies on the queue. I felt awkward being on the queue, I was the only man, though it was not long. When it was Nicole’s turn to get in, she clutched her soft hands in mine and never wanted to let me go meanwhile on the other hand Angie clutched on it so we went in the three of us.

“Hallo Sir and ladies I will only attend to one at a time” the doctor said upon our entry

I explained to the doctor that they are my wives and that we are a family. That is why we came for check-up. The doctor smiled then welcomed us.

He talked to us through the procedure and what it all entailed basically we were being counseled. The doctor also advised Angie and Nicole to go for pap smear (cervical cancer screening).

For the latter I was required to pay some amount, I got out my medical insurance cover, the doctor told me to go to the main reception to fill in some forms and bring them to his attention.

Before I left Nicole went in first for both the mammogram and pap smear.

Angie got hold of my hand “I am going with you” she was trembling; I was as well having the fear of the unknown and so many ifs in my mind, I had to be courageous as she may back out.

 Our return

We came back with the forms some I filled and left at the hospitals administration’s office. Angie held me so tightly that I could feel my bones cracking. I did not complain as I very well understood her fears as it gripped me too.

Nicole came back from the examination room then in Angie went.

The anxiety on Nicole’s eyes were quite evident as she rubbed her palms more often, something that I know she rarely does as I know her as a confident, strong woman.

The doctor gave us the results and the relief on my wife’s face was priceless I do not need to say whether it was good news or bad, the happiness was however short lived as our attention focused on the examination room’s door.

After a wait of about 15 minutes the door swung, Angie came out trembling with tears almost dropping from her eyes; she hugged me so tightly and reached for the sister. I have never fought tears the way I did that day.

Our arms were around each other’s and after a few seconds the doctor cleared his throat, we left each other but Angie sat on my lap as he gave us the results.

The doctor asked Angie “why were you trembling? What is wrong?” I interjected and told the doctor to kindly tell us what the results were and avoid sideshows. Nicole also supported my idea Angie had a different thought and went ahead to explain to the doctor why she was afraid.

All eyes on us…

When the doctor smiled I knew all was well. “Sir your wives are free from cancerous cells on both the cervical and breast screening”. I almost threw Angie in the air save for her weight, I could not.

That was the time tears flowed and indeed they flowed. Tears of joy I must say. I had to calm my women before leaving the doctor’s office because their teary faces may scare away other ladies on the queue.

Once they were well we left, tears actually washed away all their makeup.

Nicole met her workmate on the queue, “where is he?” I greeted her and so did Angie. “He is at the car park heading back to work he just dropped me”. Nicole started seething “how come he is not with you here?” I had to pull Nicole out of the conversation and bid farewell to the friend, Purity.

I explained to Nicole that I should not be used as an SI unit of how men should treat their women as it was between two people, she was just an intruder, that meant that she was inciting Purity which was not good.

She obliged and we left. Since I had not returned the filled forms we walked hand in hand to the admin unit, Angie on my left hand and Nicole on my right.

“Are they your wives?” a young lady asked at the office “yes of course, is there a problem” I enquired further. She answered there was nothing wrong and wished me a good day.

I noticed the shock on her face.

I noticed eyes were on us, it is as if I was singing Tupac’s all eyes on me.

I believe it was because of the women on my sides. So far so good I can’t complain.

I did my part in making sure my women were ok. Angie said that by 40 we shall take you for prostrate check up. I flinched, Nicole concurred.

We were all happy it ended well though the ball was in my court.

This month could not have ended without me documenting how it went down with my two ladies.

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The twins I did not know of… Part 2

By Kenneth Juror | Kenya      

      I love Nicole with my all and as we left the hospital we went straight to our new home which was not yet over but she was head over heels on the new roof. I hastened on its construction and within a month we had moved in. We moved in earlier than anticipated so that she could get away from the eyes and mouths of many of our previous neighborhood.

Conversations in the local bar and restaurant were filled with Nicole and I. Our neighbours frowned and even smiled awkwardly at her which made her withdraw from them further.

Our new home was near basic amenities as our son walked to school thus reduced our expenses on school transport. Due to lack of a better word the best bet for a house.

Family challenges…

                  My mother-in-law came visiting to check up on her daughter, my wife, and her grandson. I indeed wanted to have another child before then we had a tête-à-tête session with my wife who was against me getting married to someone else but rather to adopt a child. It was a great idea though.

My mum in-law read my mind as her agenda was very simple “I want more grand children”

As we opened up this proverbial Pandora’s box Nicole’s father followed suit to at least talk us through the little challenge we had, during this period none of them knew whether I wanted another child or not.

The first shot was fired when my mother in-law bluntly said “take Angela to be your wife” this is Nicole’s younger sister.

I was shocked at this suggestion because in the wildest of my dreams it was unthinkable let alone doable, full pun intended. In addition, I paid for her fees while she was still in college so this is a girl whom I knew quite well. We popularly referred to her as Angie though she loved omitting “a” in her name.

Nicole was obviously not happy with the direction of suggestion and as part from being reprimanded by her own father for her “action” I took a back seat on the matter. On the second night my parents came who also weighed in on the matter

 Nicole’s departure…

             My son Ricky was used to both the mother and the aunt, Angie.

There was obviously an awkward moment when Angie came in, it was awkward because she was no longer coming in as my sister-in-law but as my wife during this time my parents and my in laws all concurred that dowry was not returnable thus “remedy” was needed sooner than later.

As months grew older the awkwardness of Angie’s presence went away then one day I proposed to her we go for a short holiday in Mombasa which was actually work related but for her case since she was a job seeker she could effortlessly grab the opportunity to enjoy herself in the coastal city.       

We went then later came back. Nicole said she wanted to back to school for her second degree to which I never objected, I supported her 100%. She was nevertheless doing this so as to avoid falling into depression because as much as it was not easy on her part it was tougher on me. This is because I had to stand by the woman whom I wanted to grow old with, certainly I am still with her nonetheless her sister is also my wife which she consented to as well. I had to thus tread carefully, after all they were sisters.

             Angie was pregnant and that is when Nicole started getting panicky, agitated at the slightest conversation as it reminded her of the time she was expectant. She cried night and day.

When she woke up tears had dried on her chubby face and one could notice that indeed she was not ok. Immediately I enlisted the services of a psychologist to help in the resolution of her challenges consequently, the sister was also worried which ultimately meant that she could as well lose our unborn baby.

The doctor advised that Nicole should be away from her sister until the time she gave birth.

 A set of twins again

            Angie was doing very well during her pregnancy as she kept telling our little boy that a brother or a sister were to be “bought”. He was definitely happy because he went ahead to welcome his friends home so that one day they could see his sibling(s).

Angie called me one afternoon; it was horrible one, my hands were literally full at work. She called to inform me that she was from the clinic and that she was expecting twins; this simply uplifted me so much that I requested my boss to leave work. I headed home .

Months after this she delivered a boy and a baby girl weighing 2.2kg and 1.9kg respectively.

             She was very tired after the delivery furthermore it was a normal delivery. I was so happy because I remembered Nicole procured an abortion terminating the lives of our twins, I now have the same twins from the sister. Nicole joined us in hospital, her happiness could not be hidden, rivers of joy flowed freely this time a happy face complemented the tears.

I have never seen these sisters who are my wives this happy!

Being a polygamous man was definitely not my plan and not my choice as well but I am happy father.