Clutching Hope

Chapter 10

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The twins were relentless with the questions but I was able to ease them off us. I don't know if they bought the lie, I could rest for the rest of the afternoon.

"Did you guys go to church?" Sion asked his sister's as we unboxed a pack with Biryani and in seperate compartment beef stew, another past with ugali, sukuma wiki in a seperate compartment and beef, another with a full fried fish and some cabbage and carrot mix. They'd passed by Instant Delicacies restaurant that was raved about on the way. That and the facr that they both were studying at  Jomo Kenyatta University (JKU) which was nearby. I loved street like any other Kenyan but at least now we had some options. The fish though. I couldn't wait to dig in.

"We'd have gone home last night if we wanted to wake up and do that." Wambui answered. She had on black skinny jeans, a white tee and a leather jacket while her twin sported Dark blue skinny jeans, a crop top and light trench coat.

I wasn't that comminted to church myself but their words had Sion's brows rising.

"University temptation huh?" He teased.

"Oh please, it just easier this way. If you aren't around the parents, you don't have to pretend." Wira 'short of Nyawira' said.

I couldn't fault her. When I went to visit my parents, we attended church, but when I was back at my place I didn't. And I was cool with that. Was it keeping an appearance? Maybe, but I wasn't worried about pleasing them, I just didn't want to deal with gasps and confusion and questions about why I didn't care about going to church.

"Hopefully they won't find out." Sion said and carried plates to the outdoor patio. We followed with the food containers, bottle of Tusker beer and some wine and I got the glasses.

Wambui sighed  beside her sister as they sat down and we all got to scooping some food into our plates dug in.

The biryani was delicous.

"I don't get why they keep forcing us to be at church all the time." Wambui mused.

"I don't either, but you know being African we have to be religious." I said.

We all grudgingly nodded in agreement. There were people out there with testimonials of how Jesus had saved them, how they had overcome adversity with the help of God's strength and I didn't disagree with that. But we weren't a country all driven by way of religion the same way. Our generation was half and half about it but our devout parents were still holding on. Holding on to what? I wasn't sure.

I looked at Wira who had her eyes glued to her phone and whatever she was watching, her hand flicked a few strands of her bohemian long braids extensions from her face.

"Omg, check out Miriam, she's slaying this photo." She said and leaned in to show her sister the photo which they fawned over. A weird tingling at the nape on my neck surged at the mention of the name.

I kept on eating but Wira's phone was shoved in my face and there was the leggy chick, sexily gazing at me as she lay on the beach-Ndiani maybe-on a reeds weaved sofa, topped with cushions in a yellow bikini. Her long legs were arranged in a manner that was proper but also provocative.

"Wow." I said and hoped my face didn't crack with the fake smile I had on. Sion's peace was attacked next with the twins suggesting that he and Miriam could be a couple and I stalled my chewing.

Sion and her?

I mean, I saw how she was around him that day but they weren't even compatible.

"I'm good." He said, his sister's identical gaping faces, round eyes stared at him.