Sleeping like I was halfway to sayuni while dreaming of that chicken leg I hid in my bed. I was thinking of eating it in the middle of the night.
Then I heard it. Not just a sound but wails.
“Wuuuui mwizi.“
The courageous me stood up and moved besides the window to grasp the sound well.
I didn't bother waking my brother up for that guy had never been courageous since young.
He would chicken out at a small thing. Even at his thirties he is still peeing in a mkebe.
Him aside, so as I listened closely, I heard people leaving their houses and moving at the call.
And who am I without watching it from the front. I followed the crowd to where the call summoned all the villagers. You could have thought we were running to be given that 50bob from politicians.
At a secluded compound in our village. Sat a beautiful woman. Not just beutiful but that woman was something else.
Her skin too smooth like deeped in an anointing oil. The kind preachers say it cleanses all evil. Her waist. I could talk about it since I've seen her. Would operate on different grounds like force and gravity existed only on her.
We usually call her mama Dera, for her love of wearing those deras and perfuming herself like an exorcist.
When she passed besides you you would think it is an evil spirit calling your name to repent your sins buana.
She looked at the crowd fearlessly with her deep black eyes. Three rugged men sorrounding her.
The men were armed with knives, pangas and that thing called nyundo.
So we asked what went wrong.
Then the story started.
Apparently, she felt left out. Her man would sometimes cheat on her so she decided to do the unthinkable.
Searched for goons and told them to ng'oa all the mabatis from their house.