“Toa Nguo” says Nixon.
To his amazement, Millie’s initial look of fear seems to disappear. In it’s place is a calm, far away look that he cannot understand. She gets up from the floor and proceeds to undress. Slowly, calmly, methodically. She folds each item and puts it neatly away on the old, shaky stool next to the bed. She then sits on the bed and looks up to him for direction. Again, that faraway look is present in her eyes. Expecting to deal with a screaming, scared girl, Nixon is perplexed. “This is too easy” he thinks though not relenting from his initial resolve. For the next 3 hours, he proceeds to rape Millie repeatedly. In between “the sessions”, he takes time out to tell her his life story. How ironical. As if it would interest Millie at all. At one point, he even breaks down and cries. Then he “requests” Millie to wipe his tears. She does but never looks him in the eye.
Millie on the other hand lies listlessly. Silently. Her body is present but her soul isn’t. It is as if it has retreated into a dark room. A dark cold room. Her soul cannot face what is happening. It refuses to be present during such an ordeal. Millie is naturally introverted and even in difficult circumstances in the past…her real reaction Continue reading
Inside Moonlighter, a brief argument ensues. She shouts at him asking why he forced her into the Matatu. Nixon quickly tries to calm her down. All the passengers are now staring, curious about the spectacle. The driver shouts back at Nixon “Nini uchokozi? Wachana na huyo manzi”. To the girl he says “If you are going to town, just relax tutakufikisha tu”. The girl finally takes a seat in a huff after giving Nixon a piece of her mind.
Meanwhile, Nixon feels safer now…more confident. The girl is now on “his” turf. Her anger seems to spur him on. A scheme of sorts begins to spin in his mind. He’s got to have her and he’s got to have her today. He looks over to where she is seated, carefully studying her face. You can still see the anger from the severe frown on her brow and the tightness of her lips. He laughs! She briefly glances at him and then looks out towards the window. He realises he needs to change his game plan to get her to be more co-operative. He decides to follow her when she alights.
Moonlighter swiftly jets into the hassle and bustle of the City centre. With pedestrians everywhere, littered streets, loud hoots from Matatus and hawkers lining its streets, it is still a place to behold. Nairobi is at it’s height and peak.
Approximately 30 minutes after he had been released from the Industrial Area remand prison, Nixon is seated at the bus stop. Aimlessly watching both the human and motor traffic pass by. “It is a busy stage this one”, he thought. He kept glancing at his watch as he restlessly waited for his dad’s matatu on this route to come by. It is his only choice of transport since he does not have a coin on him. Nixon’s dad is a local tycoon, owning a fleet of matatus on several routes, several real estate properties and a plush home in Muthaiga. Looking at Nixon, one would never tell.
He is rough looking, with a cleanly shaved head, free of charge as provided by the prison warders at Industrial Area. He has on a grey t-shirt with streaks of dirt on it. His black trousers are worn and dirty too. On his feet, are a pair of bata slippers that have definitely seen better days. His hands are ‘stained’, the kind of hands that look dirty all the time no matter how many times they are cleaned.
As he sits waiting at the bus stop, his attention is drawn to a young lady of about 16 or 17 years alighting from a matatu. She is dressed in jeans and a trendy black & white top. Her face carries with it a sense of innocence that he Continue reading