ROBERT MWANGI .... The diary of a soccer player
ROBERT MWANGI .... The diary of a soccer player

The married man

Nduta put on her mini skirt and high heels and reported to work at Njuguna’s Bar. She was a light skinned girl and the pink lipstick went well with her red dress. Ever since she was hired to work in the bar located outside Muranga Village, business had been good and more men had been reported to frequent the bar and go home late. People said she was the hottest barmaid they had ever seen and young men fought each other to get a glimpse of her swaying hips. There was one man in particular that Nduta liked. His name was Njoroge; the quiet type that say very little but look very promising. Unlike the other men who tried to grab her ass, Njoroge was always polite and always said thank you after being served. They became friends and one Friday after work. Njoroge walked her home and kissed her goodnight. It was the happiest moment for Nduta and she knew she could easily fall in love with this man.

The following evening, Nduta reported to work at the bar with a big smile and a certainty that life was smiling down on her. She served drinks and wiped tables as she whistled, and everyone thought she looked stunning. Two hours into her shift, a crowd of villagers carrying pickets gathered outside the bar and started crying for her blood. They said she was a prostitute who was destroying their marriages. She had to go. The men inside the bar tried to shield her, and one above all begged her not to listen to the crowd. Nduta felt sad and lonely. This was a place she so badly wanted to call home. With a sigh, she took off her apron and walked over to Njoroge. She looked him in the eye for a long time and then kissed him on the cheek. “You should not have walked me home last night,” she said. “You should have told me that you were married.”

Njoroge lowered his eyes and wiped his sweating palms on his trouser. “I’m sorry Nduta,” he said. “I like you very much. I don’t love my wife anymore.”

Nduta rose to her full height. “It doesn’t matter.” There were tears in her eyes. “She is still your wife.”

Nduta left the village that night and felt like her world had ended. She would move on to another town and try to pick up the pieces. One day she prayed, she would find a good husband and make a good life for herself.

 

 

News

 

 

My book A Whisper in the Jungle has been picked by a publishing company and approved by the board. It has been scheduled for release soon.

 

The music is all around you, all you have to do is listen

 

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