Rebecca was the only woman in the panel. Tabutany had been around. But Pabonya had made sure that she kept herself busy cooking for the guest. He had sent clear instruction to her not to make any attempt of showing her face in the meeting. Rebecca was invited to give an opinion and suggest recommendations. All a long she had sat and listened without a word."I want to thank you all for your concern,” she began. “You, no doubt had more important duties to attend but you chose to be here. And I know it is because of the love for the family, left under my hands by my late husband and for the love you have for my first-born son, Tesot. It is evident that you are doing this with a lot of goodwill and intention. On my own behalf and on behalf of my family I say Thank you very much.” With that she paused a moment."About Becky," she continued her eyelashes lowering as she considered what she was about to say. “I don't know what to say.” She could not hold back her tears. She never had
Becky sat under the shed of a tree outside the kitchen house of her parent's home. In her right hand was a knife and in her left was a half-peeled potato. Several months had passed since the separation. Stressful and unpleasant months. Deep within her resided an intense longing. A mother’s longing for her only begotten son. His brother Jephta, who was home for the August holiday, was watching from the sitting room of the other house while he took his 10 o’clock tea. He observed that nearly three minutes had passed since Becky stopped peeling the potato in her hand. She just sat motionless her gaze fixed at some point in the space in front of her. He was certain that this gloomy mood stemmed from the bitterness she was experiencing thinking about the loss separation had brought upon her. He wished he could help her get over it but had not figured out how. He set the nearly empty cup on the table and stepped out of the house. Footsteps interrupted Becky’s maudlin thoughts and she sna
While visiting with her parents in Sagawaita years later, Becky made a trip to the local market in Mulot. Here she met Chepkorir. At first she didn't believe it was her. But on looking closely, her doubts were cleared. She ploughed her way through the crowd to get to her and when she got close, she tapped gently on her shoulders. Chepkorir turned around and looking at her, she blocked her gaping mouth and gasped in a display of utter shock."Oh Becky, is that you?""It is me my dear. I saw you exiting the shop up there and I could not resist the urge to talk to you.""It has been such a long time. How has it been with you?""It has been tough; am always worrying about my son.""Your son is fine. He is in class five now. And was transferred to a boarding school.""Boarding school?""Yeah! Kararan Academy. He has been there for a year now. And your husband got a new wife."Becky frowned at her last statement it was like she had thrust a sharp knife that cut through her chest to
Early in the morning in the village of Sagawaita, Alec Sigilai sat thoughtfully in the sitting room of his two bed-room house awaiting his breakfast. Her daughter Becky was the subject of his thoughts. She was probably facing it rough. She had related to him her experience at visiting her son. And he had seen so much sadness in her eyes. He had noted with concern that this was the most challenging time of her life. He imagined how hard she could be trying to adjust to her new circumstances without showing any physical sign: a difficult unofficial divorce, a disgraced wife of an army officer, whose heartbreak wound, was still very fresh.She was still very young and was probably missing her husband and kid. Yes, very young. She married her off soon after high school, without taking her to college. What a disastrous mistake he had made? How could he, who was once a teacher, fail to facilitate intellectual development of her own daughter? It was because of the distraction that came w
Three weeks later, the letter arrived. With Sara’s help Becky had secured an admission to the medical training college, Kericho campus.She soon started classes in her new school. She had an easy time adjusting to being a student. The lecturers and classmates were all jovial. She reached out to her friend Sara a few weeks after fully settling in a rented room in town. She briefed her of her progress and thanked her for the guidance she had offered. She had come to classify her as one of her best friends. Sara promised to make time during one of the weekends to check on her.A month later, on a Friday evening after classes, Becky was on her way to her room when a matatu pulled over right ahead of her to drop a passenger – a tall broad shouldered man in a brown leather jacket. As the vehicle left, Becky drew closer to him. She cast a glance at him and withdrew it almost immediately. This man looks familiar, she thought. But she took no trouble trying to recall where she had seen
Becky missed her periods. She waited. Nothing happened. First day, second day, still nothing happened. She got worried. Could she be pregnant? She visited a doctor for a test. The results came positive. She had conceived. Her feelings were of mixed emotions. On one hand she wanted to celebrate on the other the guilt was eating on her heart. She was still someone's wife. The hope of a reunion with her husband was still alive. But it would now be difficult. Tesot would never accept a child void of his genes. She went back to her room promising herself that Koech would never know about this fact. She wouldn't want to have any strings attached. He too might take the child away. And for that reason, she would avoid him like a plague. She would be the sole custodian of this child. Koech telephoned her many times but she didn’t pick any of the calls. Neither did she replied to his text messages. What is wrong with Becky? Koech wondered. This was odd. He tried to look for her in vain.
The following year Becky gave birth to a beautiful girl. The mirror image with which she resembled her father was fascinating. Anyone who knew him would instantly within seeing the little girl that she was Koech's offspring. Though there was also a part of her that resembled Becky.She loved the little angel. She reminded her how her life became better the moment she met her father. She felt the compulsion to pass the good news to him. She had to make a phone call. She didn't need to refer to her phone book, for his phone number was still within her fingertips."Hello, Becky!” His nice voice reverberated through her phone's earpiece."Hello! How are you? ""I am fine. So long since I heard from you. ""Yeah," Her short answer did not match Koech's expectations."Are you alright?""I'm OK. Are you ready for some good news?"“Yes I am.”“You have become a father!” "Seriously?" "A baby girl. And guess what? She looks exactly like you." Koech could not fail to register the
Becky walked in quick steps. It was getting dark. She had spent the whole day studying in preparation for her end of semester exams which were scheduled to be held the following day. She was doing quite well in her studies. This was her second year at the Kenya Medical Training College(KMTC) Kericho campus. There would be a third and a final year. She had deferred her studies by a year when she was pregnant. Now she was back and ready to go. Her kid, Claudia Chepkorir, a beautiful little girl was growing so well. She had hired a maid; a girl from her village who due to financial challenges could not continue her studies. She helped Becky take care of her child while Becky was in class. In return, she paid her fifteen hundred shillings a month. The father of the baby had agreed to cater for this cost. She got to her apartment and got herself out of the uniforms. Yes uniforms. At KMTC, unlike many other colleges in the country, students wore uniforms to school. She was handed the baby