Whodunit series 7

……My pride would never allow for me to do such a thing. I would rather die than go back to the village. What would my peers say of me? At least now everyone thought I had a job in the city. They were just waiting for the day I’d show up in a big car. Or the very least, a rich husband. I was here to make sure the former happened….somehow.…..

Every one knows that feeling that you get when you are being watched. It is a feeling ever so present, like someone it searing through your skull with a mere gaze. The streets were crowded. Every one jostled, in a hurry to go wherever. If not careful, one’s shoulder could easily be dislocated. I could see our reflections on the smudged mirrored wall next to us. We all looked like wild animals, hostile, untrusting and ready for the next meal. It made sense though, we were animals, stuck in a concrete jungle. And no, this had nothing to do with the theory of evolution.

Then I spotted one thing that stood like a red dot in a sea of polka dots. One woman stood next to a wall on the other side of the street. She had this thing about her that pulled your eye. It must have been the red dress that hugged her figure so perfectly. Or that big black purse that she held close to her chest, more for style than for security and convenience. Maybe it was her perfectly coiffed braids on top of her head that framed her beautiful oval face. It was obvious, she sought attention, to be seen by everyone. And this she got. It was her eyes that stood out from all these, not for their beauty but for how focused there were on me. And for a whole minute I felt like prey in the sights of a predator. I shivered.

They say a smile is a lot more like a universal greeting. And so when she bared her pearly whites the sense of unease left me and for a reason as unexplainable as why we exist, I crossed the road and headed straight towards her. By the time I stood directly in front of her, her smile had grown wider, and somehow her eyes softer.

”Hi, I’m sorry for the staring, I must look like a creep, but you seem lost”

She had the voice of a salesperson, calming, engaging and one that somehow made you curious. Then it dawned on me that she said I seemed lost. Of course I looked lost, I was walking aimlessly albeit slower than everyone else seemed to walk. Heck, I’d crossed the road towards a stranger who had been staring at me. Had I walked right into a trap? I backtracked quickly away from her. But before I could make my escape, she handed me a folded piece of paper that seemed to magically appear on her hand. There was a cursive writing on its top fold.

”You will find your way”

When I looked up, I found her staring at me again. As if satisfied, she smiled and walked away, her heels making an interesting beat that faded as she disappeared into the throng.

It was a strange encounter to say the least. I have to admit however, that the strangest thing was how quickly I put the paper into my pocket. Maybe it was just plain old curiosity, or maybe something else was at play. Something beyond my own understanding.

Whodunit series 6

…..Actually, that thought kept popping in my head like an unwanted advert. By morning, I was shocked I had not driven myself to madness. But when the first ray of sunlight snuck through my curtains,a sudden baby like sleep overtook me. I guess it was safe to say that I was afraid of the dark.……

During my campus days, my biggest fear was getting in the wrong side of the law. I had heard stories of campus students who had gotten in trouble and had been consequently expelled.Knowing the expectations the people I had left at home had of me, that was one thing I crossed all fingers to never happen to me. The last thing I ever wanted to see was my father’s aged face crinkled in disappointment and my mother hunched in shame as neighbours pointed fingers at their daughter. I knew they would take it personally.

”Na venye amesoma alafu anaenda kuharibikia campus’!’

(”She has a lot of education but see, she gets indisciplined in campus!”)

Or at least that was how I imagined they would say in their little groups sipping their milk_deficient tea. Ha! Nosy neighbours they were.

In my final year, there was a raid in the hostel room I resided and the administration discovered couple of rolls of weed. I, despite the knowledge that I had bought them only a few days ago, denied vehemently to high heavens that I had known of their existence.

I’m ashamed to admit it but one of the things I was known for was my lying skills. I had somehow lied my way past a lot of things and had confidence in this one ability.Despite this, I spent a week behind bars, until I luckily got a friend to bail me out. I somehow had survived my biggest fear with my parents being none the wiser.

That was the dream I kept having. Only that this time, instead of the cell I was bailed out of, I was thrown into an endless black hole. I did not wake up in a cold sweat, no.I slept through the nightmare, slept even when I felt the sensation that I was forever falling, slept even when I felt the fear I had felt in the presence of the dark morbidity that somehow had appeared in my dream. After all they say dreams are the product of our unconscious thoughts including our fears.

I woke up hours later, the sun high up in the sky. My ancestors had to be turning in their graves at my show of laziness. Even with the hours of rest, I still felt tired, like I had an unshakeable weight on my shoulders. I gave up the hopes of finding a job today and decided to take a walk through the busy Nairobi streets. Maybe I would cure myself of the madness I was slowly becoming.

Today the streets were busy as ever. Not good news for a person with only few hours of sleep and whose last meal seemed like eons ago. I felt dizzy under the city sun, scorching my forehead mercilessly. One too many times I had wondered what kept me in the city. Nothing was working out for me, the least I could do was the act of the prodigal son. Back at home, my parents would obviously show me more mercy than the city ever would. I banished the thought from my head. My pride would never allow for me to do such a thing. I would rather die than go back to the village. What would my peers say of me? At least now everyone thought I had a job in the city. They were just waiting for the day I’d show up in a big car. Or the very least, a rich husband. I was here to make sure the former happened….somehow.

Whodunit series 5

.....I was having a dream_less tired sleep when I felt it at first. Almost like a light tap on my face. Then another one. Of course I woke up at that. It wasn’t like I was enjoying my sleep anyway. Right in front of me stood a dark figure. I couldn’t see their eyes but I could feel their evil stare almost burning into me. This wasn’t a movie and I was not the movie protagonist whose scream dried in my throat. I’m only human. And so I let out the loudest, most scared shriek I had ever heard in my entire life.……

Now maybe it is at this point that I should give you the tour of my small apartment that my landlord obnoxiously referred to as ‘kasingle’. It was humble, to say the least with the couch I slept on serving as the only piece of furniture. Mostly because it took up all the space in the room. I had taken one corner that had a small white sink and declared it the kitchen. One that I hardly used as I became a loyal patron of Mama Chipo. It could be seen by how I had added weight,enough for my mother to imagine what sort of a nice life I was living in the city. Then there was the door , a black metallic one that the landlord had obviously splurged on considering how heavy it was. Heavy enough that not just once had I called a neighbour to help me open it in the dead of the night. And heavy enough that it would produce this horrible scratching sound every time I opened it, one so horrible it was worse than nails on a chalk board. You could never open the door without me hearing it.

In my sheer panic my brain just so happened to connect this thought. This one dark morbidity could not have passed through my window. My fear turned to an adrenaline hyped confusion as I suddenly sat up willing to fight for my life.

But just like that it disappeared. It almost felt like a magic trick, now you see me, now you don’t. All I was left with as evidence of the ordeal was the speed at which my heart beat, as if it had been so close to death it had vowed to beat harder for the rest of it’s life.

It goes without saying that I didn’t sleep that night. I was scared. Was it just a bad dream? A vivid one at that? Or had what I’d seen real? And for some reason my mind could not stop thinking about the murder sprees that had been happening. Actually, that thought kept popping in my head like an unwanted advert. By morning, I was shocked I had not driven myself to madness. But when the first ray of sunlight snuck through my curtains,a sudden baby like sleep overtook me.

I guess it was safe to say that I was now afraid of the dark.

Whodunit series 4

……..Me? I just watched everyone do what they had to do. This cases had obviously got me interested, but what was a girl, not even the slightest related to the police department ,to do? Investigate? That only happened in foreign movies. Not here, here we minded our business. All I did was lock my doors and hope that I had not locked myself in with evil.…..

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That was the only sound in the apartment that evening, and the previous and the day before that basically since I rented the apartment. I was fresh from college and had not come around getting a job yet let alone filling the house up. The high unemployment rates did not help either. I got on with odd jobs and today being a waitress was more tiring than any job I’d ever had. 12 hours of constant walking and attending to irate hungry customers did no good for my mood and my bones. All I wanted was to sleep and hopefully dream of a better tomorrow. And who knows maybe my dreams would come true.

So I lay on the old rickety couch that my parents had given me as I went to start a new life alone. God bless their sweet souls, they probably thought I was making it here in the city, I had a prestigious degree after all….I wasn’t about to tolerate the depressing thoughts so I closed my eyes and tried to will some sleep.

Not going to lie, I once had good instincts. Before coming to the city I could tell dangerous situations just by the ‘vibe’ I don’t know why I loved that word anyway, guess I thought it was cool. But now, I had lost the good instinct once had. I had been robbed by people who had a good ‘vibe’. I had seen people with bad ‘vibes’ do good things. That was what the city was, grey. Not black and white, just grey. So maybe that’s why I didn’t notice that presence in the apartment that day. And if I did I could have realized it had a bad ‘vibe’

I was having a dream_less tired sleep when I felt it at first. Almost like a light tap on my face. Then another one. Of course I woke up at that. It wasn’t like I was enjoying my sleep anyway. Right in front of me stood a dark figure. I couldn’t see their eyes but I could feel their evil stare almost burning into me. This wasn’t a movie and I was not the movie protagonist whose scream dried in my throat. I’m only human. And so I let out the loudest, most scared shriek I had ever heard in my entire life.


Whodunit series 3

…..”News just in, a young woman’s body has been found brutally murdered in her apartment. This marks the sixth of the brutal murders that have been happening around the Nairobi suburbs in the past two weeks. The police claim that this is a series of cases unlike any other with no signs of forced entry, robbery or foreign dna in crime scene and therefore no suspects leaving the police in a limbo. They however urge the public to come out with any information that might be helpful…..”

I had watched the news on the murders and in all honesty, researched every detail of what had happened to the now seven women. The latest of the murders had been the most mind boggling, no sign of forced entry was seen, nothing was noted in the surveillance cameras that were perched all over the buildings and no foreign DNA was found. The police after two weeks of fruitless investigation had finally given up on the case stating it as a well planned suicide. Of course this did not make any sense to the public but who was to argue? Everyone needed answers, even if they were wrong.

A couple of sceptics though had claimed that it was supernatural. Ghosts and demons they claimed…..obviously striking fear into people’s hearts. This was Africa after all, everyone had a belief, even the slightest, in the otherworldly. A couple of street preachers milked on this too. You could hear them shouting in the alleys…

”Repent, and you’ll be saved!! For he has come back to punish the sinners!! And he comes like a thief in the night!!” At least they were accurate on the thief in the night part. People fell for the sermons, milling around them and giving their ‘repentance offerings’. Maybe somehow it gave them peace and reassurance that they wouldn’t be the next victim we would hear on the news. Or at the very least allow them into the kingdom of milk and honey.

Me? I just watched everyone do what they had to do. This cases had obviously got me interested, but what was a girl, not even the slightest related to the police department ,to do? Investigate? That only happened in foreign movies. Not here, here we minded our business. All I did was lock my doors and hope that I had not locked myself in with evil.

Ps: Oh hey reader!😊 it’s been a while. I took a break because my mental health was shit but I’m better now. I would really appreciate your feedback on this story I’m doing. Constructive criticism will do too!

Whodunit series 2

……This obviously threw the people into a state of panic, a fear that grew like a festering wound, slowly but surely. Fingers were pointed, the mad man in the market, the common chicken thief , even at the local rich man. ‘Devil worship,’ they whispered among themselves. No one was sure though but one thing was clear, someone very evil had walked on the same soil they stood on, committed a cold murder and left. And who knew? Maybe they would strike again……

It had been a tiring week for Rachel. A whole week of insane office hours, an impatient boss and just general office politics. But she had been riding on a high wave. Her boyfriend, well now fiance, had proposed. She still could not believe it had happened. Proudly, she held the rock on her finger in front of her and smiled. It reflected light from the bulb to her face making her look like an angel. A smiling angel. Just like her fiance had always called her. My smiling angel. She considered calling him so they could spend time together but then thought against it. Apparently they should spend time apart before their wedding or so a corny relationship book she had come across said. So movie night it was.

She took a packet of oily takeaway food she had bought from a local kibanda and sat in on her wooden coffee table and cuddled into a warm comforter that just happened to be lying around. Ten minutes searching for a decent movie proved useless so she put on a documentary on a historical figure she couldn’t care much about and drifted to daydream. Her wedding, what would her gown look like? What about the shoes, the bridesmaids? She was like a little kid with the promise of chocolate. She even let her mind think of her future kids. Oh they would be adorable with their father’s eyes and her smile. The family would probably live in a cute little apartment somewhere in the suburbs. She literally could not wait. Soon her brain got tired of the fantasy that she insisted on living in and her eyes got heavier. Not having touched the now cold, disgusting_looking food, she switched the tele off and let herself doze on the sofa.

That’s when she realized how quiet her apartment building was. The normal din of screaming kids and loud music could not be heard which unsettled her tired mind. But she ignored it anyway and let the sleep carry her.

It was quiet at first, but unmistakable. Rachel was woken up by taps, so quiet she wondered how they managed to interrupt her sleep.She couldn’t figure out where they were coming from so she decided to ignore them. Probably the neighbours….. Then the taps increased in volume and tempo. They sounded almost like a kid jumping on the floor. Of course Rachel dismissed this, she had just been thinking about kids a few minutes ago. But the taps, those she couldn’t dismiss. Especially since they were now loud enough to fill the air in the apartment. They sounded like they came from the bathroom leading Rachel to believe that it must have been a faulty tap. So, still wrapped in her comforter she walked to the bathroom. As she got closer so did the taps grow louder and frenzied…..almost excited……She opened the bathroom,nothing. Nothing was in there, no faulty taps, no dripping water and strangely enough no tapping. Now that she thought about it, these taps sounded almost like knocks on the door. On the bathroom door. Like someone or something was asking to be let in…..

”News just in, a young woman’s body has been found brutally murdered in her apartment. This marks the sixth of the brutal murders that have been happening around the Nairobi suburbs in the past two weeks. The police claim that this is a series of cases unlike any other with no signs of forced entry, robbery or foreign dna in crime scene and therefore no suspects leaving the police in a limbo. They however urge the public to come out with any information that might be helpful…..”