All boys are mischievous. So we used to throw small stones on corrugated iron sheet rooftops just to piss off adults.
So one day this old mzee who used to be a primary school teacher, and who couldn't outrun nobody put up a tiny house in his compound with some shiny mabati. It was actually his son's.
The son moved in with his wife. Being shiny, it was attractive and we went on with our games. Throw some stones and duck before nobody sees you..rinse and repeat.
We realized nobody was coming after us so we got bolder and got nearer. Suddenly a strong hand grabs my neck and shirt from behind.
It was a woman wielding a long and sharp kitchen knife. The daughter-in-love to the mzee. I couldn't wriggle out. My boys left me. I was that unlucky animal in the herd that predators zoom on.
Sema nduru.
The lady started screaming.
Soon jiranis pour on the small road. Iko Nini?
She got the idiots who couldn't suffer her infant to sleep by throwing stones
Kisu ni ya Nini?
'mimi ni ex-Mathari Hospital, kwahivyo nitakuua na hakuna mahali serikali itanipeleka!!!!!'
I think I peed in my pants.
She threatened to stab anyone drawing near.
Ok. I'm still here, so she never killed me but I have never seen death so close...not even when I had auto accidents. The incidence still sends chills down my spine decades later
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