(I am liking this) From where I left off, (if i have any readers)
Jack was a health fanatic, handsome and certainly wealthy. A bachelor at 36, the only woman he loved was his mom, and he often told himself that he stayed strong for his mother’s sake; she was a dedicated housewife and mother. Having been abandoned by their father for a working woman, John had come to despise working women and had a payback mission for every woman who wanted to work under or around him. Consequently they moved with his mother from Lavington, to Huruma, a house his mother had refused to leave now that Jack could move her back to lavington, and the only reason he would still ride in a bus, as driving his cars deep into the ghetto always carried a risk of attack. His mom had her friends in huruma, her vegetables stall and food kiosk.
Sitting in his lounge that evening, he dialed his mom’s number to say goodnight but there was a knock on his door and he terminated the call, “its late” he thought, and heard Carol shout out his name from the door as she let herself in. She was dressed seductively “the docs and photos” she said, “oh! I almost forgot” was Jacks cool response “you should have sent one of the drivers”. “Where is John” she queried though she already knew the answer, Jack knew she knew, but she had no idea that Jack new her plans inside out, he had her phone tapped, hacked her emails, heard her followed and knew she was here to pray on him with an offer to cook, “I gave him a few days off, his first born is going to high school”, John loved Carols cooking, and she had carried some Ethiopian injeera to eat with her stews, “Ngai fafa, nimeshikwa” he thought to himself, she had even carried a big spliff and a bottle of 1969 sauvignon for after diner.
Meanwhile Peris was back to her one room shack, the two thousand her sister had M-Pesad to prep herself for the interview was used to strike a deal with the same thief, and now it was back to survival, in Huruma. She felt the interview was a disaster, she was totally intimidated panicky and lost, and so she lit a small spliff and lay back on her bed to console herself. She checked the balance on her phone and it was 1bob so she dialed for Okoa Jahazi airtime incase she needed to make an emergency call that evening, and also sent a please call me message to Jim, the experienced candidate at the interview who seemed to know everything about jobs, he had bought her pizza for a whopping seven hundred bob so casually, he had then offered to take her out, but she declined. Then she thought to herself “I am hot, men want me, but this thing of being saved and spending the whole day praying for jobs in a tent is not working, maybe I should give up on some of these principles”, she drifted to sleep as some gospel tune played on her small radio
Ras Kienyeji Man