The music in the car was relaxing. My younger brother and I were seated in the back seat of our car. He was on the left side by the window. I hated sitting on the right side but I had no choice since he would cry if I tried to force him out of that seat. Mum was seated next to dad who was in the driver’s seat. Mum and dad were talking and laughing at their jokes but I was too busy with my PSP to know what they were laughing about. Ben, my five-year old brother was sound asleep. “Finally, the PSP all for myself,” I told myself while watching him sleep.
The sun was sinking and darkness was creeping in. We were headed homr from an event I can hardly recall. Dad turned on the headlights. I had gotten bored with my game. I placed my PSP on the seat and stared out of the windscreen waiting for sleep to creep in and fly me away to slumber land.
Dad stepped really hard on the brakes. I almost got a broken nose, thanks to the seat belt.
“Nini mbaya? (What’s wrong?)” Mother enquired waking up from her peaceful sleep.
“Did we hit something dad?” I asked dad.
“We stepped on a spike strip.”
“And what did we hit honey?”
“I have no idea.”
“What do you mean you have no idea?”
“I didn’t see what it was.”
“Ati you didn’t see? Do you want to kill us all?”
“Arrgh! Shut up woman! Lemme check what it was.”
Dad got out of the car. My heart was in my mouth. There was a smell of piss in the car. “Aaarrgh! Ben, mbona umejikojolea? (Ben, why did you urinate on yourself?” My mother asked while staring at my dumbfounded scared little brother in an angry and disappointed tone. He was shivering and her look made him cry. Due to my fear I thought I let out a stinking skunk fart that could have sent a heart surgery patient on a fart induced comma. However I am not sure anyone smelt it, especially my mum, since no one complained.
They were so deafening I nearly let my bladder lose almost making the back a portable urinal. My mother shrieked holding her mouth with her hands. I held my brother’s mouth to stop his hysterical cries. There was pin drop silence in the Mitsubishi Outlander. My body was trembling.
“Tokeni nje! (Get out!)” A hoarse voice thundered and breaking the driver’s window with a metallic rod. My mother screamed.
“Shut up!” Another voice barked. We all got out. I saw four men, two with guns, one with a machete and the other the metallic rod.
“Lie down!” The hoarse voice commanded. We all humbly complied and lay flat on the dusty path they led us to. I buried my head in the ground almost suffocating. “Where is my dad?” I kept asking myself.
“Wewe mama Kuna hapa! (Come here you woman!)” I heard a voice command. I heard footsteps of my mum approaching the monsters.
“Tupatie kila… Aaah! Ni wewe Alice? ( Give us every… Aaah! So it is you Alice?)” The hoarse voice said.
“Did they know mum?” I wondered.
TO BE CONTINUED