Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

Olive is a goliath.
Breathing fire and shit.
She looked at me, then him, then me again.

Kyle has his fuck face on still. Bado anaskia dhidhi.
I want to laugh but his dick is in my oesophagus.  I cannot function.

Olive walks in and locks the door shut from inside. Her calmness is churning my insides.

At this point, her veins are protruding and throbbing at the top of her forehead,  then she tears the silence with a grumble.
“LEO NITAWACHINJA, NA MUJUE MI NI GAVA,  NAWAZIKA NA INAISHIA HAPO!!”
“Who the fuck is this? Huchoki??? Huchoki na tabia zako?? Who is she??” She asked a confused Kyle.

Come on you fool. Answer her!

And at that moment, it dawned on me that Kyle might not even know my name, that was why he always called me ‘Baibey’. 2 months of a heavy pursuit but he knew not even my name.
Yep, that’s it. This clown has no idea.

So I start thinking of how my friends will laugh at my funeral for the method of death I bestowed upon myself.

Olive walks to the bedroom. Remember she is in the army. Kyle is dumbfounded.

I’m thinking she’s gone for a gun, I start looking for my panty angalau mwili yangu ikipatikana watu wasione mafuthii.

“Kyle just how stupid are you? How do you bring me here and not lock the door?”

Kyle must be deaf and dumb.

A day in the life of a sidechick.

Lakini majamaa si mkue tu mnaambia mschana ukweli. I’m just a young girl, I had no clue. All these things are unfolding so fast before my eyes and I couldn’t even fathom what to transpire.

So this is it. It’s the end. This is how I die. A bullet hole or nine.

Olive walks back into the living room. A gun in her hand. Just what I expected

Oh how I wish she would have come back in lingerie, or better yet naked so we could all indulge in some make up sex.
All of you expected a threesome at the back of your minds right?

I don’t know whether you’ve been in a life and death situation before but I kid you not, the site of a gun that is in potential use of your demise is heart-wrenching. Your sphincter muscles collapse and your rectum conspires to give in to the pressure. You are basically in shit.

I lay prostrate begging for my life. I cried. I can promise you that of my over two decades on earth, never have I ever learnt my mother-tongue,  but trust me, I had all of a sudden become the most fluent tribeswoman in that room.
Kyle’s eyes were now bloodshot. The shock must have hit him harder than me.

“Tell her now or I will,” Olive screamed breaking the eerie silence, “tell her how you promised to stop doing what you do on condition that I remained your wife and kept my mouth shut!!”

Aye! I’m the one confused in the room now. What is it that you do??

“Tell her ‘else I’ll kill you in her face, right before I blow my brains out!”, her tone insistant.
Her hand is trembling. Her mouth is foaming. The gun is carelessly being thrown around the air as is her hand.

Kyle tells me that he has AIDS and so does Olive. He spreads the disease for fun by serenading clueless bitches with the charm and suaveness of an affluent man. ‘I do not want to die alone’ is his sorry excuse.
I heard nothing else after that.

My throat dried up as fast as my genitals did when Olive burst into the house.

A hearty confrontation ensues between them as I’m hurdled in a corner sobbing mercilessly. They are arguing over his infidelity and how he habitually and intentionally spreads HIV.
Yani nilipanda pikipiki nikuje kupewa ukimwi.

The commotion grows and after a few seconds,  I’m startled by a gunshot.

You see, I thought I was in a movie, this was all a bad dream. How is this all happening?

Olive has shot herself in the head.

Blood. A dead body.  HIV.

···~~¤ TO BE CONTINUED ¤~~···

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