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MY LIFE WITH A CRIMINAL 15
never abused the honour and the respect she accorded me. I therefore never slept
out. I didn’t have many expenses and so we shared my income. When I realized
that she took it reluctantly, I decided instead to be paying my sister’s school fees,
as well as paying for her other requirements. The maid too came under my payroll.
When th? results came out, I was promoted and got a pay rise as well as being
confirmed as a permanent employee. The E.A. Airways service vehicle then began
picking me up for work every morning. My performance had really paid off.
Chapter 2
Jack and I got on very well. We had developed a habit of meeting everyday after
work. The driver would drop me off at a pre-arranged place and Jack would pick
me up. We would spend the better part of two hours together, then he would
either take me home or ask one of his friends, who owned a fleet of taxis, to do it.
On weekends, he would take me out of town to a place of my choice, or to a place
that he felt I should visit.
The more I saw him, the more I felt the need to be close to him all the time. I had
developed an appetite for his company and though I was with him often, I still felt
there was something missing; I just couldn’t get enough of him. I also suspected
something else: that I was reaching a point where all that mattered to me was to
be with him; learning from him; drinking in his knowledge of things that seemed
unending. I wanted him for myself, to the exclusion of everyone else.
Wednesdays had become my significant days. It was a Wednesday that I first met
Jack; on a Wednesday when I got a job with East African Airways and also on*a
Wednesday that I got a written promotion. On this particular Wednesday, mom
let me know that she needed to talk to me, and from the look on her face, I knew
that it must be a serious matter. It was my day off, and I waited for her to initiate
the discussion, which she did at around midday. She called me to the room where
she sold beer.
“Nyambiu,” she called and then fell silent as if waiting for me to continue. I hated
that moment, like all moments when my mom showed uneasiness. She continued:
“I have something to discuss with you and I do not know where to start from…”
She stopped to look at me and seeing how I tensed to hear her talk that way, she
added in a hurry: “I am sorry, dear, I don’t intend to frighten you at all. It is not a
bad thing. Do not think I do not know how good you are to me, but at times we
have to talk. There is a young man who has been coming here for a drink and I
have good reason to believe that you know him. I do not know whether he came to
me before you had talked. If you had, it is alright with me. He was here last week,
the day I met him with his friend in your room. He had come to request
permission to marry you. I want to know from you whether you have knowledge of
it.”
Well, that was a hot one. If was hard to discuss this matter straight with my mom,
but I was glad Jack had taken the initiative. It meant very much to me. I tried hard
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