A PAINFUL INCIDENCE

I finished my exams last week on Friday. I thank God for that. The fortnight was laden with coincidences and incidences. But i overcame it. For those who successfully combated the nemesis, congrats in abundance. It takes patience and courage, especially those who employ the counsel of mwakenyas.

Termination of a semester is always welcomed with excitment and blind cacophony. Without hasten, one finds a cause to do, and effectively so, however virgin on the matters. I found myself cramming barrels of frothy beverages down my gut. And doing other things of no concern to us right now.

Amidst the rampant dubious 'celebration' mood in my system, one Anthony Peter was not celebrating. This I happened to know on Sunday, two days after my ecstatic voyage. My eyes were crimson red, my head hurt real bad (due to hangovers) and it must-a taken Mrs. Ngari a substantial amount of credo to put the point across. Mrs. Ngari was Toni's mother.

Now, when i heard of Toni's incarceration in Mater Hospital, i quickly sobered up. I had never imagined him of being admitted, let alone sick. You see, this was a kind of guy who has mass dynamite in him; I mean, a body of impressive chutzpah and jovial of nature. For those yet to know me, am that kind of guy who seldom get friends, and once I do, i treasure them to eternity despite their collective faults.

I met Toni in one of the rave joints in Runyenjes, a town East of Embu, in one of the high school holidays. I think i was in form two. He had parked a family Toyota Corolla filled to the brim with bevy of hotties.I did not find that amiss, for high school moments can be more than musical.

Shags can be torturous if you do not find mates with the same IQ level. So Anthony Peter was a welcomed relief. And oh boy! he could drive. He used to ride that Toyota with dexterity and poise of a seasoned driver. I admired him. Ladies literally died to get his attention. He was that magnetic!

Toni's weakness though, my dear friends, was his insatiable fetish for pussies. This guy was damn inexhaustible in such quest. Every energy in his body was primarily spent in marauding such stuffs, and those that could pass for them. Till now have i seen a man vested in such luscious activity, for the numbers mauled by him amounts to insurmountable. He was the Akuku Danger extra-ordinnaire!

There are other incidences that are less worth mentioning here. Like this day when he discarded  a packet of condom I had dished out from my leather wallet with a careless quip, 'who uses this stuffs nowadays, dawg?' before roaring into a fucking laughter. Long fucking laughter! That crap irks me to date.

When i took my tired ass to Mater, I was devoid of the sight that would greet me. I do not believe in premonitions. No, not me. Perhaps others have them but me. That is why i stood aghast when i let myself into the ward. The something that was covered with a starched bed-cover was not Anthony Peter. It was something else.

But her mother had told me he was in 4B. That's why i un-tactically asked, "Anto, is that you?"

I knew it was him alright, but deep, deep down me I wish he could negate it. The semblance of his face looked the other side of the bed. Malady had consumed him to nothingness.It had eaten his entire body.

I was in shock!

Whatever happened in under 10 minutes from giving him a card to telling him how life will be the same and he should not get stressed ad infinitum is still foggy. I hurriedly excused myself and crushed on a sofa in the waiting bay. My head grew bigger and i was definate it would burst into bits of headaches.

I could contain it no more. You all know where it hurts most. That deep inner place where the pain begins to eat you. If you have ever lost a loved one, you probably know what I mean. That is where my cry started. And it came all the way upwards in torrents. My ribs racked under the force of the groaning sounds escaping from my lips.

Guys, I wept.

I cried and sobbed so hard that the medics recommended for a sedative. I cried for his momma who had worked hard for him. I shed tears for his defeated father and wrecked younger sister. They were all derailed. I cried for him, and many others like him.

Pussies are the best things that ever happened to mankind. I have had several encounters with them and I can confidently say they are the sweetest things since creation. But I think stupidity will lead to a wrecked life and eventual death. If you really cant chill, use rubber. Dudes, the society needs you.



(The names and ward aforementioned have been changed for obvious reasons)