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After my college course, a man came home pretending to be a prophet, that  God had shown him a girl who had completed college and that he wanted to take her for Work at Mumias sugar company.   My parents were happy when they heard of this that God had answered their answers including myself.  This man ‘prophet’ booked a day when to travel and so it was agreed. I  prepared all my academic and professional certificate eagerly waiting to start  earning the soonest.

I obeyed  the day and did as we agreed.  I travelled all the way from my rural place to Kakamega Muliro Garden waiting for him almost three hour.  After  a few hours I made him a call, he responded and availed himself.  This man pretended to be organising by  communicating with another person from the Mumias industrial area over the same (employment).  He could pretend to be busy in town buying  time from morning till evening at 6.00 p.m.  Then it was, wah, time is late and you can not go back home, instead, let me look somewhere for you for a night and resume tomorrow and the agreement was a yes. Little did l knew that the prophet had a plan to spent a night with me.  I was  taken somewhere that I couldn’t understand but with my antennae sharp. Only  a young boy takes care of the compound and the owner stays far a away.

Then I was asked to provide some 30 bob to buy veges for the boy to prepared supper of which I complied since I was so hungry from morning.  At 9.00 p.m, I was taken to small room which was well prepared but  so smelly.  Afew minutes later this old man ‘prophet’ entered the same room,  and immediately undressed ready to enjoy himself.  Then I was, what !!! what am I seeing a man before me doing this for the first tym, oooh, utajua ujui.  I screemed  and pushed him out of the room.  Neighbours had known him and all pumped into the compound.  How the man dressed himself that night and left the room and before the neighbours no one new.

I left the room too and harshly  went to attack the young boy who takes care of the compound.  The boy became  tongue tide because I was the only girl who took action in such a manner of all  the small girls  whom this man  taken advantage off.  I stayed there for three good days with neighbours doing research about the man’ prophe’t and it was that several girls had been treated  in such a manner, been pregnanted and later on been dumped aimlessly. I  waited for his availability but all  was  in vain and in disagreement  with this boy, I decided to think of plan ‘B’

I was now stranded since it was a very unique place  that I couldn’t tell mbele wala nyuma, no fare back home, my ka 30 bob had been taken  way for supper and the man disappeared and his phone had been switched off.  No phones during those days to call my dad over the incident.  I started trekking back to my home reserve asking direction whoever I met with.  Then I was to the main road, took a bodaboda  ‘bicycle’  that cycled me  back  town where I found my brother, explained to him and he paid the bodaboda.

I went back home and explained to my dad, whom by all means tried to trace this man via phone but all was  fruitless  and up to this level, I cannot tell whether the man is still alive or a dead story.

What unforgotten story of  my  twenty years ago.