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Wairimu

The iron bar doors clinked shut like the beginning of an Akon song and Wairimu was left inside shivering in her sandals and peach green bikini. She had thought she was alone until she felt heavy breathing from behind. She turned around and there they were. Two women who looked like they were in for premeditated murder.

The first one was big. Lanky hands and thighs, broken yellow teeth and a face that looked as if it was smashed in with an axe. A rhino came to mind every time Wairimu looked at her. Not directly but from a face that was half staring at the floor. She was wearing baggy blue trousers and a red top that was big but looked small on her.

The other one was taller than her but thin with a flimsy dress that cut off way up her thighs and a blue jacket. She had asymmetrical eye brows, she could do with one or two YouTube make up tutorials. When she looked at her the name that her father had called her the previous night came to mind.

The third one was cowering in the corner, she had no shoes and her clothes were torn. Her face was caked with drying blood, she looked as if she had just been mauled by a lion. Wairimu shuddered as she saw her fate flash before her eyes. She had not decided her next cause of action when madam rhino came close to her.

"Wewe umefanya nini, ndio uletwe hapa?"

"Sijui," she said her voice trembling.

"Hawa ni wale hutuibia mabwana," asymmetrical eyebrows said with a smack of the mouth from the chewing of her gum.

"Hata ule kwa corner ni mwizi wa mabwani pia," madam rhino added.

"Hapana sikuiba bwana," Wairimu said wanting to break into a cry and covering her face out of reflex as madam rhino started charging toward her but before she could get a hold of her the iron door clinked open.

Outside was their dad's driver. I have been sent by Mzee Ajabu to pick you up.

"She needs to fill the papers," One of the cops said.

"Do you want to lose your job? That is Mr. Ajabu's daughter, delete her mugshots and fingerprints from the database."

It was getting dark when Wairimu entered their dads Land Cruiser, their driver's coat around her shoulders. She remembered calling her mom with the single call she was given and telling her what had transpired. Her mom was not in the mood of covering for her, in any case her husband already knew she was rotten.

She called Mzee Ajabu and Mzee Ajabu placed a call to his driver and another one to the officer commanding the police division that her daughter had been arrested and within minutes Wairimu was getting out of her cell. She now sat at the back of her dads car her heart racing and she realized that she was more fearful and anxious inside the car than she was when she was in the cell.