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CHAPTER 32
Samson’s house was a well-cared-for mansion on a three-acre piece of land in Muthaiga, Nairobi. Exotic trees surrounded the compound rendering the place an obstructed view from passers-by. His house was the rendezvous for his secret business meetings. Only few people came to this house. He was very strict with his territoriality. He would instruct the guards that he had P.E. and he should not be disturbed. Private Evening meant that unless one had an official invitation could not enter his compound.
This day, in a small cosy room a group of seven men and a woman met. Everything discussed never left the sound-proof room – they had sworn each other to secrecy.
But from a reliable source something was leaked out of the room by someone amongst them that they had something to do with the recent death of the minister for finance, and something else that would shock the country was coming up at the coast. Somebody had spoken to the press…
The press already knew.
It was one of them, or someone closer. The question was, who?
That’s why they were meeting.
CHAPTER 33
2003;
The fallen children of darkness, that’s what we were. Vampires. Ghosts only heard in the darkness of the night whistling by the unlucky few.
At night we would go to rob the dead of their last signs of love and affection from their families, their last possessions in their transience. It was almost a year now since I joined the Mavis gang and I was changed. The inborn human fear of the places we visited at night to steal coffins was long gone. To us it was a waste of resources for caskets costing hundreds of thousands going to waste in the polluted soils of this world.
We used to work in cahoots with the right people – coffin merchants, morgue attendants, and undertakers. They were very reliable, and after a successful business they always got a tip. All we had to do was trail the hearse, mourn the dead with the bereaved yet be conducting reconnaissance, earmark the exact place of the grave and leave with everyone else whether it was at a public cemetery or private home.
At night we would go back to pay a visit to the dead, retrieve the coffin and leave. However, even though our conscience had long died and decomposed, there were some things I saw being done I strongly repulsed – necrophilia. I could not imagine how a dead woman, no matter how beautiful and sensuous she was even in death, could arouse me. But it happened. Some of the gang members had sex with the corpses, as though on dictate by evil powers to perform the macabre acts for initiation into the occult world of money. I wondered how he could tumescent, force himself inside the frozen pudenda and enjoy the act, even ejaculate inside .
We would take the coffin to a certain coffin dealer in town who would pay well depending on the condition of the casket. He would then make necessary modifications and resell it. Unless we had more clients the same coffin could be sold and resold even seven times.
For a year now I had navigated through the murky waters of university life. My secret life gave me what I wanted – money, women, and booze.
Then came the time we expanded our business.
The guru and mastermind, Urbanas the philosopher and thinker, boss of the underground, always came up with business policies and strategies. We graduated to highway robbers, but it was just a cover. We were to be used as a ragtag militia of someone whom up to date is still unknown, a mystery. Urbanas never went into the details, he said the less we knew the better. We had to devise ways on how to execute our missions on the highways, without blowbacks. It was fine with us so long as we got paid.
The best thing was that Terry never knew about me, or so I believed.
CHAPTER 34
Terry and I had a purely platonic relationship. As I was her brother she did not hesitate to warn me against activities profane, epicurean, unbridled hedonism and sex,
CHAPTER 32
Samson’s house was a well-cared-for mansion on a three-acre piece of land in Muthaiga, Nairobi. Exotic trees surrounded the compound rendering the place an obstructed view from passers-by. His house was the rendezvous for his secret business meetings. Only few people came to this house. He was very strict with his territoriality. He would instruct the guards that he had P.E. and he should not be disturbed. Private Evening meant that unless one had an official invitation could not enter his compound.
This day, in a small cosy room a group of seven men and a woman met. Everything discussed never left the sound-proof room – they had sworn each other to secrecy.
But from a reliable source something was leaked out of the room by someone amongst them that they had something to do with the recent death of the minister for finance, and something else that would shock the country was coming up at the coast. Somebody had spoken to the press…
The press already knew.
It was one of them, or someone closer. The question was, who?
That’s why they were meeting.
CHAPTER 33
2003;
The fallen children of darkness, that’s what we were. Vampires. Ghosts only heard in the darkness of the night whistling by the unlucky few.
At night we would go to rob the dead of their last signs of love and affection from their families, their last possessions in their transience. It was almost a year now since I joined the Mavis gang and I was changed. The inborn human fear of the places we visited at night to steal coffins was long gone. To us it was a waste of resources for caskets costing hundreds of thousands going to waste in the polluted soils of this world.
We used to work in cahoots with the right people – coffin merchants, morgue attendants, and undertakers. They were very reliable, and after a successful business they always got a tip. All we had to do was trail the hearse, mourn the dead with the bereaved yet be conducting reconnaissance, earmark the exact place of the grave and leave with everyone else whether it was at a public cemetery or private home.
At night we would go back to pay a visit to the dead, retrieve the coffin and leave. However, even though our conscience had long died and decomposed, there were some things I saw being done I strongly repulsed – necrophilia. I could not imagine how a dead woman, no matter how beautiful and sensuous she was even in death, could arouse me. But it happened. Some of the gang members had sex with the corpses, as though on dictate by evil powers to perform the macabre acts for initiation into the occult world of money. I wondered how he could tumescent, force himself inside the frozen pudenda and enjoy the act, even ejaculate inside .
We would take the coffin to a certain coffin dealer in town who would pay well depending on the condition of the casket. He would then make necessary modifications and resell it. Unless we had more clients the same coffin could be sold and resold even seven times.
For a year now I had navigated through the murky waters of university life. My secret life gave me what I wanted – money, women, and booze.
Then came the time we expanded our business.
The guru and mastermind, Urbanas the philosopher and thinker, boss of the underground, always came up with business policies and strategies. We graduated to highway robbers, but it was just a cover. We were to be used as a ragtag militia of someone whom up to date is still unknown, a mystery. Urbanas never went into the details, he said the less we knew the better. We had to devise ways on how to execute our missions on the highways, without blowbacks. It was fine with us so long as we got paid.
The best thing was that Terry never knew about me, or so I believed.
CHAPTER 34
Terry and I had a purely platonic relationship. As I was her brother she did not hesitate to warn me against activities profane, epicurean, unbridled hedonism and sex,
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