Hakuna Matata

By Pricilla West

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 14, 2009
• ISBN: 9781477179345

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Copyright © 2009 by Pricilla West.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

Peter Kibet loved Eldoret. The capital of the Western province of a former British colony called Kenya. It seemed as if everyone in the town with enough money to buy a bottle of beer, and some nyama choma lived for the nightlife. Sugar daddies were an accepted word in the town’s nightlife. Young girls from the neighboring villages came in droves in an attempt at making the big life and, sometimes, having a sugar daddy helped. The town was not particularly attractive. Farmers who financially backed the town did not have much interest in building huge, impressive buildings. They were more interested in funding banks and lining up the pockets of the local bars. To most people, Eldoret was a little heaven on earth. The nightclubs were loud and equipped with a kitchen that served roasted meat throughout the night.

The rich young men like Peter Kibet, girls, sugar daddies and mummies hit the Eldoret party scene before driving off to local motels to have unsafe sex with their partner of the night.

Peter Kibet was born and raised in Eldoret. He attended the local boarding schools and felt no inclinations of moving elsewhere. Saturday nights, Pete took to the town. He drank, met the boys, and if he was between girls, searched for a new girlfriend. What else could one ask for, Pete often wondered; he loved the town.

The weekend found Peter Kibet awake at 5:00 am. This was unusual for the twenty-eight-year-old Pete (as those close to him called him). He loved to sleep in and linger in his house until 11:00 am before joining others in the main house for lunch. Today was not like any other day. His father, the Honorable Kibet, was coming home from the capital to spend a few days with him. This for Pete meant preparing the Kibet mansion for guests, supervising the slaughtering of the cow, and buying beverages for all the people who would flock to see Honorable Kibet.

Pete remembered of happier days when his mother was alive. A homemaker, Mrs. Kibet loved to cook, entertain, and decorate the huge mansion for guests. More importantly, she always had time to spend with her son. Pete missed her terribly, and in days when his father was back home, he missed her acutely. Pete detested his father’s visit and felt fitted into a lame political schedule. He was long accustomed to his father’s absence around the home, and now at the age of twenty-eight, felt he did not need a father.

Pete was not a spoilt rich man. Far from it, he was very hard working. He woke up at the break of dawn during the week and did not stop working until the sun set. He loved working. The first thing he did every morning was help the milk hands with the milking. The milking took less time as Honorable Kibet had invested in new cow milking machines. All the milk hands had to do was attach and wait. When the milking was done and containers filled, Pete drove the milk to the local receiving center and occasionally stopped for coffee on his way home at the Midnight Cafe. Such was the daily morning routine of Peter Kibet.

This particular Saturday morning, Pete knew he couldn’t get much accomplished. His father would demand his full attention. There would be district commissioners and other local government representatives who would be coming to see his father and talk politics. That meant that he had to stay close to the house and instruct the maids and the houseboys on the meals and refreshments. It was different when his mother had been with them. The first person to visit that day was Chief John Kamunda, a local chief who took receiving bribes as part of his job description. Kimunda was an old man in his late sixties and had five wives. He would, if asked, proudly announce that he still slept with every one of them once a week. His sexual prowess was something he was extremely proud of. This morning, he had brought grievances to his MP (Member of Parliament). He felt that the money allotted to the district for public works was not sufficient. The road to Kapsabet is full of potholes, and I am tired of the many accidents on that road. Pete overheard Mr. Kimunda say. You would think he was genuinely concerned about the plight of the people, Pete thought. Chances were that the old chief had ran out of money and was scheming on how to get his hands on some. Pete did not envy his father’s job. Apart from the public adoration, money and respect, it was very strenuous. The empty promises, manly back slaps, terrible case of halitosis, and lack of respect for personal space characterized his father’s associates. These people reminded him of parasites. Pete vowed at an early age never to follow in his father’s footsteps.

After a day full of guests and eager wanainchi (the public), Pete was ready to leave the house. He spent a few moments with his father who promised to spend more time with him the following day.

Pete decided to go to the nearest bar, which was not far from his home. Upon reaching the bar, he ordered a few beers (Tuskers). He did not take the bottle off his mouth until it was completely empty. Pete was on his second nasty brew when he noticed his friend John Maina sitting only two tables from where he sat.

How’s it going, John old buddy? he called out cheerfully.

Never better, John replied with a wide smile. One could already tell he had been drinking for quite a while. Pete took his remaining bottle of beer and joined his buddy. You look as if you’re running a little dry there, my friend. He pointed out to his friend with a smile. Hey, Kijana, leta Tusker mbili (Hey, boy, bring two beers), he called out to the waiter. The waiter who recognized the young men hurried to get them beers.

Habari ya kweno? (How is your place), Pete asked his friend. Almost as soon as he said it, Pete regretted asking. As it turned out, John had too many grievances about his home and not enough people to complain to.

After listening to John talk nonstop for ten minutes, Pete started to question his decision to join his friend at the table. He thought that changing the subject to John’s job might help somewhat. It was common knowledge to those acquainted with John that he loved his job and loved talking about it. He was careful to leave out parts that made him look bad. Unfortunately