#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 15
“During the proceedings of this case, Joyce the accuser, shifted to the accused benches and whispered something to the accused, David, plea-se inform this court what Joyce told you, the information might change the direction of the judgement.” At last there was hope, I felt like laughing loudly and mocking Joyce for her inconsiderate action.
“Thank you your honour, Its true that Joyce c@m£ and whispered something to me, she gave me an option to lie to this court that Serena tried to kill us and also to give out Serena, by doing so I would be free because she will st©p Daniel from witnessing.” I saw Joyce face turn pale as my mother’s face Brighten.
“In that case, this is my judgement, this court apologizes to David on behalf of the prosecution and closes this case. We therefore find Joyce Ndegwa guilty for trying to blackmail and accuse falsely, the court have started to doubt the on whether David really sh0t Joyce, the court therefore requests David Kamau to file a case against Joyce for accusing and blackmailing, on the case of as-saulting and shooting Joyce, fresh investigations will be done with David filing an appeal for his case.” I saw my mother stand and jump with happiness as Joyce coll@psed on the benches…
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“I won’t file a case against Joyce, mother.” I informed.
“But she has caused you all this trouble my son.” There was no doubt that my mother supported the issue of me accusing Joyce for accusing me falsely. The judge had promised to return in the afternoon and give the judgement if I would file a case against her, that meant both of us would be in prison.
According to me, Joyce was just a victim of injustice and parental dictatorsh!plike me, having her arrested wouldn’t help much.
“I beg you to spare her David, she is just a girl, she did it out of bitterness.” Judas advised. My mother had no option than to agree with us, the best thing was for us to get involved in filing an appeal so as to get me out of prison the following week. I was glad that the judge was alre-ady suspicious with the case.
On that afternoon my mother esc-rted me to the cells, Joyce and Judas had alre-ady gone home. I felt that my mother had something to tell me. She looked so restless, her face did not give me the confidence it had always given me. She had tried to smile but behind the smile I saw pain, there was a cloud of tears in her eyes. I knew there was something troubling her, all I wanted was to know what it was, I would do anything to resto-re her sweet smile.
Just near the door to my cell, my mother held me by my left shoulder. Her hand was trembling. “Are you alright ma’?”
“Yes son, you will have to forgive me David.” I saw tears forming in her eyes, she looked so weak. To me, my mother was like a stable mountain, I had always seen strength and stability in her, what would make her so weak? Was my Dad haras-sing her to that extent, then I had no choice than to break from the prison and teach him a lesson, I would make him taste the new David, he would know the kind of son the prison had made me.
“Forgive you? I don’t un-derstand mother.”
“It wasn’t my fault David, it wasn’t my fault.” She was now sobbing, my mother was sobbing.
“Mom, plea-se you have to be strong, whatever it is, just feel free, I love you so much.” I used my thumb to wipe her tears.
“My son, I want you to know that I love you with all my heart,am proud of you, you stand for the truth. You have always been my strength and my hope. Always remember my love.” She said emotionally.
“But mother,why speak like this? Why mom?” The atmosphere around us seemed so sad and agonic. I feared, I was afraid, afraid of the unknown. Whatever she seemed re-ady to tell me seemed so heavy for me to bear, I was alre-ady tensed.
“My son, will you forgive me?”
“Yes mother, whatever it is, I promise.” My voice trembled with fear.
“It wasn’t my fault but I had to keep the secret for the sake of your life.” She paused to wipe her tears.
“David?”
“Mother?” My voice was weak.
“Mutua is not your Dad…”
“What?!”
“Your Dad was murdered, its the ripe time to revenge for his death.” She was no longer weeping, her voice c@m£ out so strong and bitter. I was so confused to speak, I was not the minister’s son? Who killed my Dad? Why had my mother kept everything from me?
“Who killed my Dad?” I managed to ask.
#THE_MINISTER’S_SON
EPISODE 16
“Rozina? What’s wrong Rozina?” I was so uneasy. I felt as though I couldn’t stand for one more second. My b©dy was so weak to stand firm, it was difficult to take more breaths.
“Sir….we…..we..”
“Rozina plea-se! Speak up dear.” I was alre-ady shaking her by her shoulders.
“You are hurting me sir.” She cried.
“Am sorry Rozina.” I apologized letting her go. “plea-se sit down.” I pushed the simple chair for her and she sank on it. I picked mine and sat opposite to her, not even minding that our knees were interlocking. All I nee-ded was to know what had brou-ght her.
Her sadness caused lots of anxiety in me, I feared for the worst, my prayer was one, for her to inform me that my mother was safe. I longed to see my mother even for a second and tell her how much I loved her, I would crack a little joke and snap her while smiling, I would forever put her picture as my phone’s profile picture. I would do anything that I have failed to do for her, anything to make her happy. I wondered why I had never thought of taking my mother for a lunch or a lovely dinner, I would have made her feel important and young. My Dad was so much occu-pied with ‘building the nation’ and taking university girls for meals to think of my mother. I wondered if such girls knew what kind of damange they were causing to our family, did they know the kind of loneliness it caused my mother for them to enjoy their hypocritical company with my so called Dad, the minister? Why was it so difficult for them to wait upon their young men Than to d@t£ such an old man? They obviously had no reason to care, all they nee-ded was money to survive.
“Tell me Rozina, how is my mother?” I saw her raise her face and break into fresh sobs. I had no more patience , I nee-ded to know the truth.
“Listen to me Rozina! I nee-d to know about my mother! If you can’t then leave!” I yelled, by then my b©dy was shaking with fury or maybe fear, fear for the unknown.
“Am sorry sir….its…its why am here, for three days now she can’t be traced.” She cried. By the time she completed i could ha-rd ly breath, I tried to stand but I fell back to my seat. In front of me I saw darkness, I saw no hope. “My mother?” I managed to ask with a weak voice which I guess was trembling.
“Yes sir, on the evening you were in court she never returned home. The minister said that you should not be informed because you may get alarmed and break from the prison yet maybe she was safe.” She explained sadly and wiping her tears.
“And why have you disobeyed him?”
“Because I feel that Madam is not safe, she might be in danger.” She said seriously.
“Tell me Rozina, plea-se tell me, have you found any suspicious thing? plea-se?” I begged wiping my tears.
“Sir?”
“Tell me Rozina. plea-se.”
She looked around the room fearfully as though confirming that no one was around ap@rt from the two of us.
“I found her phone un-der the Minister’s pillow as I made his be-d, the screen was broken , it had some traces of blood.” She whispered. How I wished it was just another terrible dream , my Dad would dearly pay for everything, she had better be alive.
“Are you serious it was her phone?” How I wished she wasn’t sure, but then she had been her personal maid for more than ten years since she was about fifteen years old.
“I have been the one charging her phones, I know the kind of phone she had gone out with on that day.” She confessed.
“Do you think my mother could be dead?” I couldn’t help it as I broke into tears, it was so difficult for me to take, I couldn’t hold my tears anymore. Some occurrences knows no man, if at all Dad had succeeded in eliminating my lovely mother, then he had destroyed me, he had outdid me.
But then, how could I believe that such a strong lady would get uprooted? One thing I was sure about was that my mother couldn’t just die and live me alone , I refused to believe that she could be dead. All I nee-ded was to be out of jail even for a minute, my Dad would have no choice than to produce my mother, I would make him aware of the fact that I alre-ady knew that he was not my real Dad.
“You must know what to do sir, she might be in danger.” Rozina advised.”And you must be strong if at all we want to save madam.” Rozina had a point, strength was no longer a choice but a key requirement in saving my mother if at all she lived. I believed she was alive.
“Did the Minister discover that you saw the mobile phone?” I tried to be strong.
“No, I found it this morning after he left.” She said.
“OK, you returned it to its position?”
“Yes sir, I did.” “That’s good, I will have to get out of here, I want to s£nd you to my friend Maccain, take this number and call him when you get out of here.”
“Yes sir.”
“Tell him to search for me a certain tablet that will make me unconscious for some hours, am forgetting the tablet’s name, he knows it.”
“But sir…”
“Then make sure you sneak into my house without Joyce’ knowledge and pick my gun with Anjela’s help. At exactly 19:00 hours, place the gun un-der my white BMW.” I whispered , she was so stranded to speak, she just shook her head .
“When Maccains gets the tablet, fix it in a cake and bring it to me in the afternoon.”
“Ok sir.” She trembled.
“No failing plea-se, its about my mother’s life.” I urged. “I will do anything to save her life sir.” She said serious, there was firmness and strength in her voice, strength that gave me hope…
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On that afternoon, I was glad to meet Rozina in the waiting room. She told me that everything was set. She also informed me that Joyce had relocated to their home, she no longer lived in my house.
I received the two cakes and a bottle of lemon jui-ce in a black paper bag, there was little time left, I said goodbye to her and returned to my cell.
“Be careful Sir.” She had warned.
“Thanks Rozina, take care of yourself.” I shook her hand and left. Into my cell, the clock re-ad 14:00hours, I nee-ded to start my mission right away. As I unwra-pped one of the cakes, I remembered one thing, Rozina’s life could be in danger. In my parents bungalow, there was CCTV c@m£ras in almost every room, there was no doubt that the Minister would see that Rozina had seen and even t©uçhed my mother’s phone which would be used as an evidence against him. I regretted for having not thought about it before she left, it would have been wise not to let her return into that house. Now her life was in danger, Dad wouldn’t mind putting a bullet into her skull, to him, a mere servant was not worth to be termed as a threat. I had to act swiftly, I wouldn’t allow him to kill someb©dy else.
I didn’t bother informing my cellmates about my plans. I made a big gulp of the lemon jui-ce and accompanied it with one tablet, two more gulps then I gave my cellmates the rest to share, I always shared with them. I left them scrambling for the cakes as I headed to the corner where I sat leaning on the wall. Mushtafa joined me shortly.
“You don’t seem well captain.”
“Am just fine Sheriff.” We used to call him Sheriff.
“You seem stressed today, plea-se tell me, a problem shared….”
“Its not yet solved.” I concluded for him.
“No Captain ,its halfway solved.” He corrected.
“That’s an old saying, when a saying becomes so old, it could become a lie, tell me Sherry, would you kill your Dad?”
“Captain! How I wish he was alive, you know how it hurted to see him die? How can I even imagine of killing him?” He sounded so sad.
“If he threatens to kill the people you love, if he threatens to kill your mother maybe.”
“I would think of other things to do to protect them but, killing my Dad, hell no!” He swore.
“Sherry, one day you will know whom I am and what I am fighting for, for now just call the warden and tell him that am dying.” I show his face turn pale and surprised.
“Dying? What do you mean?”
“I will be back before the third day.”
“Are you Jesus? Are you sober Captain…” I didn’t here his other words, I was in a new world, a world in which you hear and feel nothing.
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