Sister-in-Campus 11
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he bright light
from behind was not friendly to Oti as he struggled to undress Stacia in the
dark. Stacia was not giving in easily as she was determined to fight to the
end. Joyce on the other hand had been felled onto some flowers by the Pk and
Galgalo but got the better part of them. She had said it was not going to
happen to her like she was some disabled person. There was some loose soil on
the ground under the flowers. She picked it and threw toward the direction of
her attackers. The cried in pain as they rubbed their eyes. The soil was
itching more as they struggled with it. Most probably it was acidic from recent
spraying of the flowers.
“Leave the girl
alone!” the voice behind the bright flash light commanded. Oti had never been
commanded before. He felt like fighting back in agitation but then another
voice was heard, “Leave and run for your life or you regret it.”
“Did we just speak
in French?” a deeper voice added. Stacia felt the hands gripping relax and the
person moved away in the opposite direction where the light was directed. After
a few steps ahead he started to run and disappeared into the corner.
“Stacia come over
babe, you are now safe”, Kalos called on Stacia as he moved closer to her. She
was very happy as she had already recognized his voice.
“Guys am here”,
Joyce called out from near where Stacia stood up from. Kalos was about to hug
Stacia when Joyce urged on, “Please let's get out of here first of all.”
They were soon in
Joyce’s room, with a broken traveling bag and a Stacia whose left leg had trans
located. As Joyce watched Stacia and Kalos lost in a tight embrace she too
couldn't help but plant herself into Godfrey. He was taken by surprise at such
unexpected generosity that he had nothing to do against it. Campus girls are
used to hug their male counterparts by force as if it is a right, “A handshake
is not enough! I need a hug.” They often like to tease the full time Christians
like Godfrey almost all the time.
“Were you too
headed for town?” Kalos asked when he had released Stacia from his arms. Joyce
did not feel like explaining the whole story but Stacia offered to give a whole
summary of events. Joyce and Stacia sat down holding each other like two blood
sisters by the time Stacia was done with her story. Just then Kalos made like
as if he was going to fall down but Godfrey help him and helped him sit on the
other bed. He simply went ahead to lie on his back. Everyone else could see his
swollen hand with a few bruises evident from far.
“Sorry if you had
to go through this my dear” Stacia said as she moved closer to examine the
hands.
“Wow! My left leg
is in pain too!” Kalos cried when Stacia stepped on his left leg as “Sorry”
escaped from her mouth.
“Don't you think
Kalos you will need to be taken to the health center?”, Godfrey asked him as he
watched him in pain.
“My major problem
is food right now, I have not eaten since morning” Kalos replied.
“In that case I
will help you with some soda and KDFs from the canteen.
As Godfrey went to
the canteen Stacia cleaned up Kalos where he was souled as well as blessed. She
marvelled at how he was not flinching in pain as she cleaned his fresh wounds.
Joyce got herself busy unpacking some of her things that she would be heading
for the night. Just then Daisy came in followed by another male student.
“So you have not
left as you had said?” She asked Joyce without caring to greet those who were
in the room.
“Shut happened”,
Stacia said before Joyce could say anything. Joyce was obviously annoyed and
didn’t know what to say next. Stacia had something made up to say as she
realised Joyce was not ready to tell Daisy what had happened.
“Well I just came
back and tripped near the hostel entrance and fell terribly till my phone
screen split”, Kalos offered to give a scant story of it. Daisy wished him a
quick recovery and asked him to be careful next time. She picked up some papers
from the table and left just as she had come. Ever since Joyce was told that
Daisy and her other room mates had failed to give their statements fully at the
police station she never trusted them with any of her confidential information.
She choose to keep quite most of the time and only shared with Stacia. She knew
these people even if they knew something they would not help when need arose.
When Godfrey came
back with a soda and three KDFs Kalos did not waste anytime with it. He ate
like he had been saved from refuge camp where he was starving. They soon left
for the health center to escort Kalos there. Meanwhile worry was eating up Joyce
as she realised her phone had disappeared in the whole fracas. She was
expecting her fare back home on her mpesa. Possibly it had already been sent to
her only that her phone was missing.
* * * * *
Ever since the
funeral of Daudi, many people had kept off Debra the widow left behind. Pastor
Mwanga had been keeping a safe distance since he discovered that Daudi had been
investigating him with the help of Petro. He didn’t expect Petro of all the
people would spy on him. He had raised him from a small boy to now a grown up
man who was going to be his son-in-law if all went well. Though he too had
nursed the thought of eliminating Daudi he didn't have an idea of how. He was
equally shocked to learn of his death. Apparently Daudi had many enemies.
All this time Debra
on the other hand was thrown into a world of unknown. Many were treating her
with a lot of suspicion that she had a hand in her husband’s death. Though they
had no evidence to the claims they were nursing in their gossiping tongues they
just couldn't help but think along those lines. One Munyaka a women group
chairperson was once overheard in one of the Chama meetings that she had seen
Debra going to visit someone whom she believed was paid to do the job. Everyone
watched in shock as she narrated it. It was not the first time she had said
such claims yet her story metamorphosed all the time.
Debra on the hand
could not help but think Pastor Mwanga was one of the master minds in her
husband's death. She believed with the greatest convocation that he planned it
all from a to z like a clever Chinese architecture building roads on top of
each other. She believed that from the way he had bravely paid her a visit and
held her till she felt sweet. She had longed to lie with him and had been
waiting for him to come again. But her husband had made things hard as from the
day he came home early. He planted spies almost everywhere and for some strange
reasons Pastor avoided her like he had forgotten her. If truly pastor was not
involved he would have advanced towards her again without any fear. Little did
she know after her appearance in the funeral pastor had decided to keep a
distance from her as he felt unsafe in her presence. Her beauty was like no
other woman in the village.
“My Lord!” pastor’s
wife called from the kitchen.
“Yes my dear”
Pastor answered coming out of the house into the kitchen which stood next to
the main house on the left.
“I hope you have
sent Joyce the cash for the fare.” Pastor’s wife asked.
“I can see its
about half past seven o'clock, its like I did that about one hour ago but she
has not acknowledged if she got it”
“You were to send
her the money earlier than that”
“My dear wife I
only got the money to send her almost that time, I have been down financially
and you know” Pastor was getting defensive knowing very well the discussion
could easily get there and get him into an awkward position.
“You have a bigger
church than when you began and two of your members have cars” his wife went on.
“If it's to do with
tithes don’t you go there because I also don’t know about it. I am a pastor and
not a trustee, they should know better like how much is collected” pastor said
disappointedly. Mrs. Mwanga could understand why her husband was doing odd jobs
in the village to earn some income when those in the village are getting richer
and richer.
“By the way I have
a question for you if you wont mind” His wife asked.
“Do go ahead and
ask”
“What is going on between
you and Daudi's widow?”
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