Becky saw his young brother-in-law come running towards her. “I was sent to call you," He said when he got to her. He was breathing heavily. "Tesot said he wants to see you now.” Her curiosity was instantly sparked. But she saw no need for alarm. They were in good terms with her husband. He had freely permitted her to attend this ceremony and she had been constantly anticipating his joining her.She followed the brother-in-law.Her husband was seated in a couch in the living room when she arrived at her house and stood at the threshold. His gloomy face sent a wave of fear up Becky. Definitely he had something weighty in his mind.“Honey!" she said nervously stepping in, "Is it something you couldn’t find?” "First, tell me where my son is.""Why? I left him with the girl, our house help." “Good!" He said softly and quietly. The position of his face had not shifted towards her even when she was so close to him. "You are leaving.”“What do you mean am leaving?”“I want you
Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything. She lamented her inaction. There had been signs to forewarn her of a dark and threatening day like this. Pabonya had warned her. Yet she had been stupid enough to be blinded in the knowledge of being loved and accepted; to naively and quickly write off his threat. How she now wished she had shared her ailments with Tesot early. She could have made it known to him
Pabonya did not want to be late. It was his day. He had known from the very beginning that he was capable of handling a woman nearly three times younger than himself. The witnesses he had procured had nailed it. He had called in the evening of the day their testimony was heard to commend them for executing their roles so perfectly. Two weeks had passed since Becky was sent away. Her father had agreed to sit down with the elders of Kapsoket clan and hear the case. And Pabonya would need those women to to make Sigilai see things in the same perspective as most people have been made to. Many of the clan members had learned of Becky’s predicament. Aware that this would be the final adjudication of the case, they had turned out in their numbers to follow the case.Pabonya arrived at Rebecca’s compound where the trial would take place. He observed with great satisfaction that everything was in place. Chairs had been arranged in a semi-circular pattern under a large tree its branches s
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