Confession

2019 was dubbed an year of “stating the truth.” 2020 should be a confessional year where we open up and own up to our past mischief and felony. 
To lead by example, as I always do,  I will be the first one to confess a crime I committed decades ago.

I spotted him sleeping at the edge of  our neighbour’s nappier grass patch and an idea cropped in my  mind that particular moment. Leo ni leo, I said to myself.
I walked past him stealthily and surreptitiously careful not to jolt him from sleep. A safe distance away, I stopped tip toeing and ran home to fetch the biggest boulder I could lift. Adrenaline came in handy allowing me to carry, on my shoulders, a rock twice my size. A rock that would have impressed Sisyphus the Greek.
Sisyphus, arduously staggered with the boulder from home heading to the place where the  victim was sleeping. He was really enjoying the nap up to a point of appearing to smile oblivious of the savage brutality that was about to be unleashed on him. He was definitely having a pleasant dream if rhythmic rocking and the guttural noises were anything to go by.
 I lifted the boulder  the highest I could in the air and dropped it with all the might I could summon cursing, “ngui ìno.”
The rock caught him on the head pinning it to the hard ground. He let out the most agonizing shriek ever let out by a living organism; a shriek that torments me to date. I was momentarily frozen and  stood there watching  him desperately and unsuccessfully try to wiggle his head from under the boulder. 
It then occurred to me that I was supposed to run away rest the neighbours came to his rescue and found me in the crime scene.
As I conclude,  I humbly beseech Ariel to be lenient on me now that I have owned up, which is not an easy thing to do.
Tiger the neighbour’s ferocious dog with his understudy Bosco, had made our lives miserable by making the area around the neighbour’s compound impassable especially after dusk. Never mind that this was a public village path, the only access to the main road. The two dogs would confront us menacingly threatening to sink their teeth into our tawny legs. It didn’t matter to the two canines that we were just neighbours. 
They would charge at us at top speed sometimes screeching to a halt just a few centimeters away. The sudden brakes would throw fine ballast in your face.

Our efforts to deescalate things which were not limited to calling for ceasefire and asking for peace talks fell on deaf ears. Any means of appeasement which included not chasing the dogs away whenever we spotted them as was the norm with boys went unrecognized. 
We  very well knew that Furadan would work wonders but didn’t use it. We also understood that ground glass in a lump of ugali would give excellent results but didn’t go to that direction. So, when this opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t let it pass. 
I am told they had to use a pipe clamp to force the jaws open because the lower teeth had dug into the upper maxilla and the upper teeth could be seen protruding from under the muzzle.

Published by w & mk

A great author with many books to his name, all of which are in his my mind.

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