Thursday, 20 February 2014
I woke up to some sad news today. Edith Alison, one of the two nurses who attended to me at Moderncare Private Hospital, has passed on. Her body was found dumped in a bush at Manyatta Estate. Her counterpart, Faith Earnington, who was with her at the time they left the hospital has written a statement at the police station in Manyatta.
I called Faith to pass my condolences when I heard the sad news on radio in the morning. She told me that a gang attacked them yesterday evening, barely two kilometres from the hospital, and kidnapped Edith. They live on the same plot here in Milimani Estate and had boarded the same motorcycle home when they were attacked. She said her phone had died down, thus she could not call the police. But she went to the nearest police station immediately and reported. The cops tried to locate the gang on their trucking devices in vain. It seemed they had destroyed Edith’s cellphone and taken other routes all together.
I would have gone to Edith’s place to pass my condolences in person but I had another visitor in the course of the day. A man who introduced himself as Tiger, and a close associate of Georgie, said he wanted to talk to me. I told the gatekeeper to allow him in and stay around the house till he had left, just in case there was anything peculiar coming.
“I am sorry for bothering you at this time of the day, Mrs Argwins, but I had to come to you at once. There is a message from the Allied Brothers…,” he began to explain the moment he sat down, but I cut him off. He was short, fat and red-eyed. There was an old scar on his left cheek; his hair was unkempt and a horrible stench seemed to emanate from underneath his clothes.
“What? The Allied Brothers? What is that?” I asked.
“Well, it’s a powerful organisation whose real name and members I’m not worthy to mention.”
“What? You’re confusing me even more. Please cut to the chase, will you?”
“It’s not time for you to know yet. Listen, this is the message. You’ve been warned to distance yourself from the remaining nurse, to say nothing to her or anyone else about the… the gold ring or anything related to it.”
“The gold ring? So you are the people behind this mysterious gold ring in my house, eeh?”
“In fact, you should cease seeking medical attention at Moderncare Private Hospital,” he proceeded, as if he had not even heard the question I just asked him.
“Didn’t I ask you a question, Tiger? What has your organisation got to do with the gold ring?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Argwins. I’m not at liberty to say anything beyond what I have said to you. I’m just a messenger.”
“Okay. Tell the people who sent you to go to hell.”
“Sorry… . Mrs Argwins, let me ask you, do you understand power?”
“Power what? You’ve just came to scare me in my house after losing a close friend, you bastard. Get out of my house.” His skewed sense of demeanor was beginning to vent my spleen.
“Okay. I’ll be gone in two shakes,” he said, standing. He made a slouch in front of me and left.
You know me, dear sister; I do not fancy being threatened by someone who is not related to me by any means. Such are the things that turn on my rare temper. In fact, if the man had stayed a bit longer, I would have hit him so hard with a stool. I do not play with looming furnaces. Not at all.
When Georgie came home in the evening, I did not spare him anymore, like I had done in the previous days when I worshipped him like God. There was a precarious situation that had to be nipped in the bud. In fact, I did not even wait for him to get into the house without greeting me. I stopped him right at the door.
“Wai-wai-wait! Stop right there, Georgie,” I jumped up and stood on his way. The unexpected mention of his name and my new reaction after fifteen years in marriage stupefied him. That was not me, I know he must have told himself. He remained rooted one step into the house and stared at me with a great measure of disbelief written on his face.
“Which organisation is this that you’ve thrown us all into, Georgie?” I went on. “Eeh? Tell me. After we’ve been in marriage for this long, you can still keep off something from me! I need to know about this Allied Brothers nonsense right away.”
At the mention of the title “Allied Brothers” his gazes quickly turned acerbic. He pushed me aside and walked into the house and straight to the bedroom, leaving me shaking my head and clicking myself in anger and discontent.
“Do as they have said,” I heard him say from the bedroom. I went to the bedroom’s door, and leaning against it, asked, “So you planned for this, eeh?” He did not reply. He came to the door and gave me a sneck posset. I did not bother him again. I was tired of his negative and non-collaborative reactions.
He did not take his tea as usual after bathing. He simply picked up his coat and staff and matched out.
It is now 2343hrs and he has not returned, dear sister. I am worried about his safety. I am lying in my bed in complete turmoil. The complexities sorrounding this piece of shiny jewel that found space in my house a week ago have now rendered me flustered.