Am not a home breaker and I have never intended to be adulterous as matter of fact am the best husband, father and grandfather this is an instruction I was given at a tender age by my father. My father being an occupational prostitute gave me the opportunity to travel around the world with him since he was always on the run for the new job, resigning or getting fired. In the early seventies when the Ugandan dictator Idi Amin expelled the Asians from his country most of them in the region, fled for dear life and it caused a labour vacum and my dad was posted to head the abandoned Asian school in Mombasa. I had completed secondary school by that time so I had to move with papa for obvious reasons and would be sekento’s neighbour and friend for my period in Kenya. She was in her last year at school and considerably age mates so don’t start labelling me a defiling beast. Like any other of her species, she played hard to get but I would read from her face the desire and love she harboured for me in her heart. My dad and her’s became friends largely because they were teaching in the same mathematics department. This friendship would later present an opportunity for the young shooter like me since you know I don’t miss my target and after a few weeks of playing hide and seek, she finally landed in the net. She was the most light skinned Masai woman I had ever seen. The gap between her front upper teeth sent shivers through my body. Mombasa is a very hot place and was our favourite hang out over the weekends of course stealthily from the knowledge of our parents who always thought they knew every thing good for us. Kamau who was my first and best friend at the Indian coast knew my relationship with sekento and would never be afraid of him or even suspect him of foul play behind my back. When I got a job as a break-dance teacher, I invited him to put up with me as he searched for his own job. My relationship with this blue-eyed Masai woman went from strength to strength and it became a public secret that sooner her conservative teacher-father threatened to throw her out of school if she did not drop this Rwandan hooligan but all that would fall on deaf ears since she was or we were crazy for each other. At the height of our super affair in 1978, a Ugandan friend Kazooba, convinced me to join the anti-Amin struggle. Off we entered Tanzania to oust the dictator which would claim Kazooba’s life. I did not see or hear from Sekento from then until early 1990s. When the war had ended in Uganda, I decided to go to journalism school where I graduated with flying colours.In the early 1990s I was assigned by to cover the military coup attempt in Kenya to oust the then president Arap Moi and this would give a chance to meet sekento again. As fate would have it I immediately bumped into an old beach boy friend and I straight away asked the whereabouts of my ‘woman’ “Shooter I will give you bad news, Kamau your best friend and Sekento are getting married this weekend!” he told me.“That is fine can you show me where Sekento is, please?” and he volunteered to do it and when we met after all these years, she could not hold back her tears. For the first and last time I abandoned my duty to cover the coup and we immediately eloped back to Rwanda where we have been happily married since and Kamau is nursing his broken heart.Sorry buddy she is mine. Ends
