I was preparing my supper when a friend of mine called requesting I go help him clean up his clothes and house the following day. He's Anumudu,a foreigner from one of the West African countries. I've known him for over a year and have been doing his laundry for the past one month. This was after I lost my job as a real estate agent due to the harsh economic status of the country. It so happened that most of our investors ousted the market to a more favourable economy in other nations resulting to my job loss.
So in my hunting for a job, my friend suggested I do the cleaning up in his home every weekend to assist with my bills.
At first I was hesitant due to their marred reputation within the city. But this is a man I've known long enough and with time I caved in.
So I woke up early today morning ready to conquer the world. I sat on my mattress at the corner of my house. A single room built from wood which my land lady says she had it built a couple of decades ago right after the late President Moi became the head of state. I did my morning rituals and thereafter, set out to my friend's house in Mirema.
It was rather a chilly morning and a heavy downpour pounded on me mercilessly. Nevertheless, I got to his place, though drenched. He let me in and I headed straight to the balcony to begin the washing. It's his custom to place laundry at the balcony which serves as the laundry area so I live informed.
A few moments after my arrival, a lady came from one of the bedrooms and threw more clothes on my face and ordered I clean everything until it sparkles. Honestly I had no idea of her presence, cause Anumudu is a married man and the wife just left a week ago to visit her ailing mother in Liberia. She is my close friend and we fellowship in the same church.
But this lady in the house seemed uninformed of the existence of a wife in Anumudu's life. A while after, she left leaving a ton of utensils at the sink and the entire house was just a mess. But her carelessness translates to money at the end of the day and the thought of it was my motivation.
Anumudu occasionally comes to check on me and to also update me on the current affairs. He is the chatty type whereas I'm an ardent introvert who minds her own business. His conversations are accounted as interruption and I wish he'd just shut up for a second.
Luckily it's almost lunch time and he leaves my peace and heads to the kitchen.
He prepares his food as he prefers cooking his own since here in Kenya we're not familiar with their type of meals and as he always puts it that no Kenyan can cook for him. I agree.
Just like the wife, he poisons the food with peppper and more pepper! I remind him I'm a sweet tooth and that's how he ordered a meal online from a restaurant nearby.He knows there's no way I'll sore my throat with the heat from pepper.
Soon enough my meal is delivered and his fufu and okra soup is ready. We have lunch and soon afterwards I get back to wash dishes.
He puffs. Not like this was the first time he did it, no. He smokes a lot. If we lived in the ancient times, this guy would be the community's smoke signal. I hear people complain about psychosis due to much weed but I guess he must be a special specie. He says weed helps him stay calm and that's how he fall asleep on the couch.
Anyway, by 3pm I was done ready to head out, I woke him up and said I was leaving but he requested I make the beds for him since he will be hosting later in the evening. I move to the first room and right when I'm about to straighten the sheets, he comes from behind and throws me on the bed. I struggle to get him off me and he is holding a small glass bottle which he pours a liquid on my face from it.
I honestly do not know what happened but I woke up in a cab, the driver saying she found me by the roadside unconscious and she decided to put me in her car and take me home once I've regained consciousness. She tried interrogating me but unfortunately I couldn't answer.
I couldn't pick from my mind what had happened to me and my body was numb and cold. I requested her to drive me to my house which she agreed and left me with her contact .
I was still very sleepy at the time and I just slept at the sight of my mattress.I'm waking up now to find my cookie sore and my nipples hurt like hell. I smell awful and my mind is a storm as I try to figure out what happened.
So in my hunting for a job, my friend suggested I do the cleaning up in his home every weekend to assist with my bills.
At first I was hesitant due to their marred reputation within the city. But this is a man I've known long enough and with time I caved in.
So I woke up early today morning ready to conquer the world. I sat on my mattress at the corner of my house. A single room built from wood which my land lady says she had it built a couple of decades ago right after the late President Moi became the head of state. I did my morning rituals and thereafter, set out to my friend's house in Mirema.
It was rather a chilly morning and a heavy downpour pounded on me mercilessly. Nevertheless, I got to his place, though drenched. He let me in and I headed straight to the balcony to begin the washing. It's his custom to place laundry at the balcony which serves as the laundry area so I live informed.
A few moments after my arrival, a lady came from one of the bedrooms and threw more clothes on my face and ordered I clean everything until it sparkles. Honestly I had no idea of her presence, cause Anumudu is a married man and the wife just left a week ago to visit her ailing mother in Liberia. She is my close friend and we fellowship in the same church.
But this lady in the house seemed uninformed of the existence of a wife in Anumudu's life. A while after, she left leaving a ton of utensils at the sink and the entire house was just a mess. But her carelessness translates to money at the end of the day and the thought of it was my motivation.
Anumudu occasionally comes to check on me and to also update me on the current affairs. He is the chatty type whereas I'm an ardent introvert who minds her own business. His conversations are accounted as interruption and I wish he'd just shut up for a second.
Luckily it's almost lunch time and he leaves my peace and heads to the kitchen.
He prepares his food as he prefers cooking his own since here in Kenya we're not familiar with their type of meals and as he always puts it that no Kenyan can cook for him. I agree.
Just like the wife, he poisons the food with peppper and more pepper! I remind him I'm a sweet tooth and that's how he ordered a meal online from a restaurant nearby.He knows there's no way I'll sore my throat with the heat from pepper.
Soon enough my meal is delivered and his fufu and okra soup is ready. We have lunch and soon afterwards I get back to wash dishes.
He puffs. Not like this was the first time he did it, no. He smokes a lot. If we lived in the ancient times, this guy would be the community's smoke signal. I hear people complain about psychosis due to much weed but I guess he must be a special specie. He says weed helps him stay calm and that's how he fall asleep on the couch.
Anyway, by 3pm I was done ready to head out, I woke him up and said I was leaving but he requested I make the beds for him since he will be hosting later in the evening. I move to the first room and right when I'm about to straighten the sheets, he comes from behind and throws me on the bed. I struggle to get him off me and he is holding a small glass bottle which he pours a liquid on my face from it.
I honestly do not know what happened but I woke up in a cab, the driver saying she found me by the roadside unconscious and she decided to put me in her car and take me home once I've regained consciousness. She tried interrogating me but unfortunately I couldn't answer.
I couldn't pick from my mind what had happened to me and my body was numb and cold. I requested her to drive me to my house which she agreed and left me with her contact .
I was still very sleepy at the time and I just slept at the sight of my mattress.I'm waking up now to find my cookie sore and my nipples hurt like hell. I smell awful and my mind is a storm as I try to figure out what happened.