So after my KCSE I embarked on being a good boy.
I took my fisibility studies to church and was a youth leader and nyemelearing choir girls. BTW guys when you want to get slices in plenty try church girls or when in college join those CU or prayer groups. Those are certified orgy groups. The hypocrisy in these churches is dope!!
Anyways, I digress. So my fisiology classes were going on well when one day a birrionaire from TZ came with his village church to visit our village church in Nakuru. It was a thing back then. Church members would travel and go live with member of another church for a week or so.
This Tanzanian birrionaire was a bank manager and owned a school. When in Nakuru he was impressed by us youths, the way we were hardworking and industrious and to top it we spoke fluent English.
Akasema anataka 4 guys to go teach at his school. Mayengs wawili and two dudes… Three other guys and I were selected. Njugush, Monique, Glado and I.
We left. Naks>Kisumu>Migori>Isebania>Tarime>Mwanza>Shinyanga… It took us close to 12 hours on the road!
We arrived tired and exhausted but happy for the warm welcome. People were really friendly and the Mwalimu mkuu was very kind and generous…
Monday tukaanza job. Ilikua a boarding primary school for the rich and wealth in western TZ. Njugush taught math, Monique Sciences , Glado Social studies and I taught English.
Life was good. Guys were surprised by the number of hours we were putting in. Huko watu hufanya kazi shingo upande. We bought life in the school. In fact infrastructure and the environment started improving as the director (Bank guy) was always consulting us for ideas and he implemented them.
We didn’t get lots of slices coz we were warned that huko the HIV prevalence was high and we were young and timid anyways… But na shuku Njugush alikua akisugua Monique :p:p! Mimi Glado alininyima nyim nyim… Sometimes I wonder ama director alikulanga Glado na monique? Hahahahaha. Sorry I’m digressing!
After awhile I started noticing strange stuff. Like I noticed school children wore things around their necks or bangles or strings around their waists… Coming from Kenya where such ornaments are forbidden for pupils I couldn’t help but asked… Mwalimu mmoja akanieleza “hizi ni irisi, kuwazuia wasi shambuliwe na majini ama mapepo” Sikuamini I laughed so hard… I told him " Wacha zako wewe"
Second weird thing I started noticing were screams during the night… I would go ask the same teacher the following day “zile majini huwa za washambulia watoto usiku” OK now I started freaking out… What the hell was this shit ! The screams from other dorms kept me awake henceforth… We would discuss them the following day. The more we talked about it the more it freaked me out the more the screams got louder and frequent… Eeish yawa!
We once had a serious debate about the whole issue. We Kenyans tried telling then Tanganyikans that hakuna kitu kama majini mapepo etc. We put up a spirited fight in our limited kiswahili. As a parting shot some senior guy told us “Chunga pia nayi msiangaishwe”
You see, we were assigned a huge house all the 4 of us. It was a 4 bedroom mansionette with a dinning-cum-sitting-cum-TV room with a kitchen, a bathroom and toilet. It was awesome… Majority of teaching staff lived within the school. So one time Njugush woke the whole teacher’s quarters with loud screams … “Wui wuuuuuiiii” maze we woke up and rushed to his room, and pushed it open. “Nimeziona… Nimeziona… Zinaninyonga” At I Njugush had see ghosts… Yani huyu Njugush the carefree happy go lucky guy has seen ghosts? Hehehehhhe… The following day he didn’t come to school. He slept the whole time saying he was feeling weak! I thought he was pretending or something.
Then things went quiet for sometime. We thought Njugush was pulling our legs. Other teachers were like “Mwatuamini sasa?” We still didn’t…
One evening I was the last to go to bed. I stated up late reading some children story books (Moses by Barbara Kimenye) I had recommended for my class. The living room bulb had blown so I removed the security light on the verandah to use it to read. I left for bed at around 11:30 pm. Switched off all lights. My room overlooked the verandah, so the lights from the security lights always beamed and illuminated my room, but today was dark since the security light was missing.
At around 1 am I woke up to pee. Then I noticed that my room was bright from the lights outside. I thought it was the security lights as always. Wait! What??? Hadn’t I just removed the bulb in the verandah? Kwani who fixed it in the middle of the night!! I got a bad feeling about it. So I turned to face the window. The light was brighter than normal. I got out of bed and drew the curtains open to see what was on. That is when I saw it. I saw a man standing outside my window looking into my room. Our eyes met. Now this guy was the source of the bright light. Not that he had any touch on him, no. His whole body was bright beaming light! He was dressed in all white. He looked like how angles are described in books or Hollywood films. He also had wings. The wings were flapping and he seems to float midair.
To say In was shocked was an understatement. I drew the curtains closed. And ran back to my bed. Nikaingia ndani ya mosquito net. Then that thing flew inside the house through the wall like how ghosts do in Nigerian movies … It flew slowly towards my bed. It kept coming closer and closer. Then it went through the mosquito net. I covered myself with my blanket. Gubigubi. I felt it touch my left hand that was over my head. Then it pressed me tightly onto the bed. Then I heard it pull out what sounded like a sword with a long blade sssshwwwiiiiiing… That is when I realised it is probably going to slice me up. I let out a scream. Nilipiga nduru ingine sijawai jua naweza. Nilipiga nduru till my ears were vibrating. Three exhilarating screams… The next minute everyone had busted into my room Njugush, Glado, Monique and the rest of the teachers quarters…
The angel like creature was nowhere. They asked me what was it… But In was speechless. I was mortified. I was petrified. I was mute. Sikuongea tens till the following day. My throat was dry and course. My left hand where the creature had held me was weak and seemed paralysed.
Njugush the following day asked me "Uliona ni ni? Uliona chenye nilicheki msee?? Noma " It wasn’t a laughing matter non more.
I went to the accounts clerk after two days and got my money. Barely enough to get me home and I was on the first bus headed for Tarime.
Sijawai rudi TZ tangu Sikh hiyo!!