The Unexpected
That Sunday marked the new beginning in my life. After the Sunday sermon, I felt a reformed man.
When I woke up that morning I switched on my phone. 8 callers had tried reaching me. Mercy,
Khadija, Matilda and my Drling, Rita. Mercy had sent me two Bible verse texts: one
from Lamentations 3:22-23 and another from Proverbs 13:20-25. I took my King James Version Bible
and read. Matilda too had texted to confirm if I arrived well. What however shocked me is Rita's text,
'Dad, Call me back urgently'. For those of you wondering why she call me Dad, be reminded ukipea
dame ball your class grows. Huwezi kua na mtoy na uitwe Beb. I purchased 500 from MPESA and called her.
'Dad morning? Am coming to town, kindly let's meet in there at 9am.Kam na nguo za kuchange' Rita
said and hanged up. I felt something is wrong. I quickly called Mercy, Matilda and Khadija
respectively and we spoke.
My mind was not at peace at all. I felt something is terribly wrong somewhere. I tried to figure out
what it could be but the more I thought about it the more I became anxious. I woke up ate chapatis
that Mercy had prepared the day before. I took a shower and left.
At exactly 0912, Rita was in town. We met at our usual place: National archives. Rita looked
exhausted from her eyes. We hugged and kissed, the way we do every time we meet.
We spoke about the condition of her sick Aunt, mum , her sister and general family. Though her Aunt
was still in pains, as she confirmed, it was not the reason for the distress.
'Dad, Betty got involved in an accident this morning?' Rita said. 'What happened? I inquired. 'A
miraa van rammed into them and seriously injured them. She is now in Nkubu mission hospital'. The
news of Bettys crush hurt me. For you who don't remember Betty, her full name is Beatrice Biyaki.
She is the niece to Rita. That also means she is my niece, better still my daughter. She was joining
Meru University as a first year.
Rita took the passenger seat and me the steering. I cruised our black Harrier through Thika road at
the speed of light. I bet you now know why I am calling it our harrier. Rita is my wife, what is mine/hers is ours.
For those of you who have driven a Harrier 240G, you know how that car man oeuvres the road. Of
all the cars I have driven, Porsche Cayenne included, Harrier is the only one than can race a 2019 Kawasaki
ZX -6R or even a Yamaha YZF-R3 and still beat them. Those are the only two good bikes I have tried
so far that I can compare. Our harrier can't even be compared to a Porsche Cayenne, the Car
Mercy's father drives. In short wacha Harrier iitwe Hurry her. It's as good as the person who bought it.
Who is she again? Rita.
In less than three hours we were in Meru. We proceeded to Maua hospital to check on Betty. When I
parked, I locked the door and called Mercy. I informed her what had happened. She was my
confidant so I had to keep her posted. She also did the same. Like that day she told me of an incident
