DREAMLAND PART 3

The presence of blood stains right at my bedroom door was still worrying me. I had no idea whether my people were massacred by Jakim's loyalist or not. The silence in the house was like that of the grave. At the back of my mind, I had began cursing my self, cursing Christine Mueni for trapping me into her house last night. The Biblical story of Eve being lured by a snake to eat the forbidden fruit at the garden of Eden crossed my mind. "This snake must have been Mueni inform of a human being", I whispered to my inner soul as I continued to venomously curse Mueni. 

Everything around the estate was quite. I sat down on my brown leather rest seat to compose myself on the next move. I knew my family is gone, gone never to be seen. Tears of sorrow flowed down my cheek hitting straight on the floor. "The devil is a liar, Mueni is a liar", I whispered to my inner soul a second time. While contemplating on my next move of action, intimate actions with Mueni from the previous night started to clog my mind. I saw an image of Mueni cuddling and aimlessly moving her hand around my groins. "This is witchcraft", I let out a loud shout. " Move away from me Mueni, where are my people", I shouted chasing away an imaginary Mueni.

In a few seconds, I sprung up from the seat, banged the door behind me and walked straight out to the gate. I had no idea where and to which direction I was heading to. I was confused. A whole generation had been lost, lost to never be found; not even the skeletons. In my hands, I held a bunch of keys. I remembered that I had to close the door to my house thus forcing me to quickly go back. In a hurry, I also closed the gate. As I was pulling my hand from the inner gate lock, the bunch of keys dropped inside the compound. More stress. Lucifer had visited me. I had no means to climb the concrete wall of my compound. I couldn't even attempt because my electric wire fence was still life. 

Karma is a bitch. Mueni had probably bewitched me. I regretted having enjoyed the juicy night with Mueni. I walked up and down around the gate trying to figure out the next move. My phone was off. The keys had dropped inside the compound. I had no access to the house to charge the phone. There was no single sign of any person I could seek help from. I knocked at my neighbors gate a thousand times but no one answered. The world evils had downed on me. In desperation, I knelt down close by the gate and said a little prayer, "Oh Jehovah Jesus, forgive me. Oh God of Abraham, I curse Mueni to the bottomless pit. Jehovah King, tell me my kids and wife are safe. Lord, I believe the blood stains belongs to a dead rat and none of my people. He you Jehovah who saved me from a python in River Ruiru, and the blood thirsty Jakim's loyalists, come save me".

Immediately I concluded praying, I rose up and started my journey aimlessly towards the West. A relatively huge rock by the road side tripped me and I fell hurting the bullet wound I had sustained during the battle along River Ruiru. Hot fresh blood gushed out staining my white shirt. I sat by the roadside groaning in pain. Pain of losing my family, pain of killing tens of Jakim's loyalist and now pain from the bullet wound. "Oh my God, what I have I done to deserve this", I mumbled.

While seated by the roadside, a woman walked by from no where. I recognized her as our estate shopkeeper. " Baba B, what's up? Do you know that Mama B has been rushed to the hospital to give birth. It is at that time I came back to my senses and recalled that my wife was nine months pregnant. The blood stains I had seen must have been labor blood stains from my wife. I suddenly woke up just to realize that the whole story about Jakim loyalists was a dream.