NOT IN THE MOOD.

It’s been a week since that incident back at Litein Mission Hospital. My back is now in good condition save for the slight pain on my left butt, I can walk and even jog. Hallelujah! And today I am spending the night in my small keja away from the village.

This means that I will miss mum’s sumptuous ugali and milk plus the military like precision that mum uses to serve meals. The room is dirty but I don’t care at all. I flip on my laptop and switch on the Mi-Fi and browse the internet. 

The guts these kids have

Twitter is first on the list and the trending topic isn’t the visit by Odinga to Kabarak to see Moi, but the issue of teenagers behaving badly in front of the camera.

The hashtag is #ifikiemzazi. There are screenshots of teenagers in compromising positions in the name of modelling. The tweets condemning this come in fast and furious. The affected teenagers too come out guns blazing with short videos telling haters to go hang. The guts that these kids have.

Her characteristic hug

Before I click on the tab to tweet my contribution to the matter, my conscience bites me. I am also guilty of such a crime when I took photos of Chebet as she posed in risqué clothing. Luckily, she did not post any of those photos. I also deleted them from my gallery.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. Opening it, Chebet comes in with her arms wide open and she covers me in her characteristic hug.

“Ouch..”

“Oh, Pole sweetie. Bado haujapona?” Her genuine concern sets in and she gently rubs my waist.

She won't leave

We take a seat on the unmade bed, the scene of our action last week, and talk. The time is hitting ten and she doesn’t show any urgency to leave. Then her hands begin to move slowly to my crotch and her lips quiver.

Trouble is, I am not in the mood for this. This one must  #ifikiemzazi.