The woman claimed she had been sent by the gods of money. To help Shiundu abandon poverty once and for all, she only needed a commitment fee and his presence at an Aim Global meeting.
In the time it takes for a security guard to frisk shoppers at a supermarket entrance, Shiundu had wired all his Helb cash to the woman via MPesa.
Poor Shiundu. That was the last time she ever heard from the woman
We are irrigating our throats at a keg den just outside campus. Shiundu, a third year engineering student, is inebriated and the alcohol has loosened his big, ugly mouth. Off he begins babbling like a panicky convict confessing his misdeeds.
His father is a farmer. Back home, he planted some guava seeds which are fast sprouting and need utmost care. He views home with the same contempt that atheists view centres of worship. When he received the calling letter to join university far away from his home, he was as elated as a politician who had been handed a direct party ticket. His parents only afforded his first semester fees after selling their prized bull which was a community husband.
