MINISTER’S SON* *part twenty nine*
By the time I got into our compound, it was
around 1830hours. I knew I had no much
time, if at all I meant to save Rozina’s life
and to find my mother, I had to be swift.
The gateman had shown some shock on
seeing me, he had not expected me.
“Good evening sir, welcome back.” He
saluted, his name was Joe Ngigi.
“Hello Joe, is the minister around?”
“You mean your Dad?”
“We don’t have any other minister around,
do we?” I was loosing my patience with Joe.
Its a weakness to almost every African, they
will have to repeat your words before
answering your question, no matter how
direct your question seems to be.
You meet an African lady in a public spot.
“My name is Kim, what’s your name?” You
are so expectant, eagerly waiting for an
answer so that you can ask your next
question, she answers; “Oh! My name?” Had
you not been so clear in your question? To
survive in Africa patience is a basic key, Joe
was no exception. “He is in sir.” He
“When did he come back?” I was curious.
“At around five this evening sir, is there any
problem?” He sounded alarmed.
I ignored his question.
“If anyone asks you if you have seen me say
you haven’t, OK?” I ordered.
“No buts!” I yelled, I needed to be tough.
“Secondly, nobody should get into this
compound from now till further notice.” His
face portrayed more confusion, he had no
option than to take my orders.
I hurried towards the parking where I had no
trouble in locating my gun where Rozina had
placed it. I didn’t stop to think or consider
the intensity or consequences of what I
intended to do. I had to do all I could to
protect whatever gave meaning to my life, if
it would meaning killing Dad to have Serena
and my mother back, I was ready to do it.
I walked straight into the rich bungalow, it
looked lonely and deserted, I didn’t sense
my mother’s presence. The welcoming
warmth was no longer there, the atmosphere
was cold and sad, I had no doubt that my
mother was in danger.
There was no light in the living room
downstairs , I didn’t hesitate going upstairs
but before I took to the stairs, Angela
appeared from the kitchen.
“Sir?” She was obviously shocked.
“Angela, good evening.”
“Good evening sir, glad to see you back,
welcome.” She had a lovely innocent smile.
“Thank you Angela, have you seen Rozina?” I
was getting worried, Rozina was incharge of
everything, she has always been there to
see who gets in and out of the house, she
used to monitor the other maids as they did
their duties. Her main duty was to be my
mother’s personal maid.
“Your Dad called him upstairs and…” I didn’t
wait for the rest, I ran upstairs feeling my
gun which was held tightly against my waist
by my belt.
The silence upstairs was suspicious, if two
people were in the upstairs, then some
movements or some activities would be
evident. There was light in my Dad’s study
room. I hurried and pushed the door but
nobody was inside. The room looked so
disorganized, books and old newspapers
were all over the floor, it wasn’t the room I
was used to.
I checked into all the other rooms, including
washing rooms but there was no sign of Dad
or Rozina, there was only one room left, my
parents bedroom. I didn’t mind the
uncouthness of getting into it, I had no
choice. I tiptoed towards the door and
placed my left ear on the lock of the door.
At first I didn’t hear any movement but with
time, I could hear some faint voices inside
the room. I wondered what would happen if
I broke in to find my both parents on bed, it
would be a taboo. Now that I couldn’t hear
anything apart from the faint voices which I
wasn’t sure of what they were saying, or
even to whom they belonged, I decided to
be less hostile. I wanted to knock and be
opened for, incase Mom was still not
around, I wound then point my gun to him
until he would tell me where she was.
I was almost placing my knuckles on the
door and make a polite knock when I heard
a sharp scream from inside, it was a lady’s
My one shoot kick flang the unlocked door
open. There he was, with his pair of pants
and the Unclad Rozina on the carpet, her
chest was bleeding, on his right hand, he
held his pistol. How I prayed that Rozina be
alive. I reached for my gun before …..(to
MINISTER’S SON* *part twenty nine*