Absolute Kiwani

The End Comes, the Lust Continues

I doubt you’ve ever heard of this,” Isaac started as they listened anxiously, “I feel it might sound improper on first hear, but you have to trust me, this shall work. In our village, a couple of months ago, there was this phenomenon where a household faked death of a member scheming to fraud condolences and vanish… They had their cue code, ‘Kiwani’, that was to be whispered to him a signal to unlock and ‘resurrect’; but failed to implement the principles of the game… the man died for good!

“In denial, they tried confessing and pleading he was still alive, that they were just acting a Kiwani, but sadly no one listened… the man was buried! They’d not played it well.”

“Bad, bad news…” John Paul said in a shock, “what’s your point? We cannot dare that!”

“Yes, we can never play it following their failure but we can do better, properly follow the principles and yield incredibly, we’ll be rich, bro,” Isaac persuaded.

Contemplating, John Paul then said, “And who is this architect of that game and its principles?”

“Oh! Fret not bro for you have me. I mastered everything of the game,” Isaac affirmed, unable to bring out the whole truth that he was the actual brains of the failure the previous game version!

“How do you see, darling, could it be plausible?” John Paul consulted his wife next to him.

“Yes,” Mary said confidently, “It can work but we need to spice it up to yield more sensible and juicy wins. I’m suggesting we again leverage your chairmanship, you play dead… I am sure mob people will come to pay you tributes, mourning you!"

Paul was shocked, instantly freeing himself to inside house, in fear. It was a market day in Kakuku, the free market by then, and after failing to compose, he went to wander restlessly, lost in his own thoughts pondering about the proposed, his head a conflict of ‘what ifs’. The first taste was promising, but the dire still high, the lust for tranquillity hyper, yet the venture a high stake. Something had to be done, and a chance was knocking again…

The way Isaac and Mary glanced at each other clearly indicated something rode between them! They chatted and laughed intimately.

After some time of loneliness, chairman John Paul came back, but with news of acceptance to act!

On a beautiful dusking evening, they all sat in the compound under a yard tree, with Johnson among them. They scrutinised and discussed the whole plot at length with everyone presenting their ideas. They compiled their script.

Mary enhanced it that the husband, John Paul, was to first set a mystery terminal illness, people come visit him, bring assistance to him but for them to enjoy. In the meantime, do a Kiwani; fake his death and every condolence people bring they would also enjoy, and that on the merit of the crazy apocalypse revelation, he would mysteriously resurrect after three days, exaggerate the prophecy, and make a church, a sanctuary for those seeking salvation from the judgement coming! –The woman, Mary, had damned dumping her bold faith and got obsessed with money, the Kiwani. Perhaps her brother-by-law had shown her the real prophecy, the real revelation! 

Isaac Mutwe endorsed her plan, John Paul just wondered thoughtfully, but Johnson, the son,  disagreed with them risking his father’s life; they silenced him for he was only supposed to obey, a child. The segregation pissed him off.

Customarily in Uganda, following someone’s sickness or death, people collect condolences for the grieving family to help them in hardship and the aftermath. It could be money, food among others.

Since the family owed Isaac, he asked the lion’s share of the money to be collected which developed tensions among them.

John Paul cooled them. He appreciated their minds, confirmed to act, and chose his brother to direct the play, and called a part of his most trusted brother, Amos Baguma. He then asked for a period of loneliness. You couldn’t imagine the anxiety that manifested; no one could wait!