Hell Hath No Fury...
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Noni has had her fair share of good tidings in
her 30 years of life. She did well in
school, graduated with First class honours
(B.com) at the university and landed
a great job in one of the prestigious
companies in Nairobi. She had it all figured
out, and her definition of stress was, it
could be said, relative to ours. She was
the true composition of success and beauty.
Despite her humble background,
set in the deepest parts of the Mau forest,
she didn't let that define her. She
made something of herself, proving true that
it really doesn't matter where you
come from and that your dreams are valid. So
yeah, made it. She lived in a gated
community in Harlingham – with no apologies
for having a taste for the finest
things in life. She earned it.
However, sometimes Noni would be lonely. She
hadn’t dated in a long while,
since her days in campus. The Procurement guy
in the office was not such a bad
idea but she detested his misogyny and
arrogance. Something seemed off with
him. He came off as an egotistical maniac and
a fool too.
So Noni decided to wait for Mr. Right. Funny,
because she had never been the
type to believe that there existed a Mr Right
out there, who was waiting for you
to finish messing your life up so he can come,
pick you up, dust and clean you up,
understand your messy tendencies and. then,
still love you immensely.
Marry you, have twins and live happily ever
after. Noni liked to think that even
though there was, indeed, a Mr right, he was
overrated. Either way, she knew
what she wanted. What every woman her age
wanted. A fully functional family
and since she didn’t ask too much from the
universe, she felt entitled to this one
wish.
Noni waited and he didn’t take long. This fine
dark gentleman named Mike
crossed her path and struck her like
lightening. She went mental over him,
completely off her feet and booked her into
cloud 9. She couldn’t stop. She kept
falling deep into it, she felt his presence
even in his absence. They fitted into
each other on all angles.
Then, barely four months into their paradise,
Mike dipped his fingers and some
other parts of his body into some other
honeypot. It didn’t take long for Noni to
find out. She was crushed. She felt her heart
burn and she didn’t know what to
do. She cried for days on end. When the world
fell silent and all she could hear
was her thoughts screaming at her, she felt
haunted by her feelings and she
knew she was right on the edge of it all. It
was about time and she wasn’t having
it any other way. There was no other way. She
organized a vacation to go to the
coast with her beau so as to rekindle their
love. Both were excited and looked
forward to get past that rough patch.
And off they went to Wasini Island, to swim
with the dolphins, what a sweet way
to remember why you adore someone! Why he is
your drug of choice, why you
are so hooked to it and what makes you not
want to go to rehab. They checked
into a beach house they rented and they did
what addicts do, get high on their
drug of choice. She couldn’t get it though,
she couldn’t get past his betrayal. She
was resentful. How dare he, how dare he do
that to me? He is mine. All the while
she paced up and down the room as her prince
charming took a nap. And she
stopped only when she had an idea. Then paced
up and down some more until
it was settled. She knew exactly what to do.
It will be quick, he will not see it
coming.
The next day was bright and shiny, the coastal
breeze was a thing to die for. She
convinced Mike to stay indoors with her, which
he didn't like but, well, he didn't
have a choice. She went downstairs and got a
bottle of wine, poured it into two
glasses, laced one with two, then ten drops of
concentrated sulphuric acid. Then
walked back up stairs and handed it to him.
"Let's make a toast, to living by your
side, my drug" said Noni amid chuckles,
tears welled up her eyes while raising
her glass. "To loving you till end of
time, ma chérie." Mike replied grinning,
raising his glass as he gulped, emptying the
contents of the glass.
Two seconds later he was chocking, his eyes
tearing up as they bulged, exposing
their blood shot veins. His face turned red
and began to sag as if melting. He
held his tummy as he gagged, he tried to
breathe but his lungs were failing him.
He looked at her, terror written all over his
face. She stood there, looking right
at him as he struggled to hold on to life. She
reminded him of his transgressions
and said a prayer for him. He tried to beg,
plead, curse but couldn't utter a word.
He shook violently and his mouth started to
foam. Then, when he couldn't fight
no more, his life left him. She felt
fulfilled. She sipped her wine, took one long
look at the bright sunny day outside, couples
holding hands as they walked
through the Sandy beach. "That could've
been us, but you just couldn't be
true...'' she addressed Mike’s lifeless form.
She took the ill fated glass, smashed
it into tiny pieces of glass and flashed them
into the sewage. Then she got in the
shower, got wet, tied a robe and got out. Then
she took one long breath, and let
out a sharp
scream that shook the entire island.
Hell Hath No Fury...
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