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An Account of the Deception of David Kyalo

Excerpt of An Account of the Deception of David Kyalo, the new upcoming novel by Moses Kilolo


Chapter 4

 

Christina Kalekye, and her grasp of first impressions

It has come upon me like a silver lining
This moment unexpected, bitter and painful
That I find an angel in the arena of darkness
And the thought I have, the only thought
Is that she leads me
Through the darkness itself to emerge an angel of light
An impossibility I know,
Except for my ego.

 

It felt funny that he was becoming so popular, so suddenly. Barely a month after his mother’s death and his uncles’ departure, David was becoming a minor celebrity. Even people who had despised him now longed to join his circle of friends. He enjoyed it all. He was dominant for the first time in his life. If he was ashamed for enjoying himself so much after all that had happened, he did not show it. Njeri, especially, wanted him to tone down behavior; she only succeeded in inspiring him to do the opposite. It was his way of getting back at her. He wanted to belittle her completely. However, he cried at night when he was alone, he knew from deep down his heart that he was living the kind of life his mother had warned him against.

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From infant lips

My approach to my career is an interesting one. I love my work, and I want to get ahead, but I lack the rat-race mentality required to get me there.Work for me is a passion, something I do from the heart. Which is why when the cow refuses, the cow truly refuses. When I'm good, I do tons of work at a pace that make my boss doubt my humanity. But when I'm low, I can go for days at a time drifting along and getting nothing done. I live to work, but I must first love the life I live. Without that, I'm dead wood.

I once felt that I got into my line of work by fluke, but I now feel that my day job is in my bones and that my skill is intrinsic. I really don't see myself doing anything else. I have toyed with some 'summer jobs' that I wouldn't mind dabbling in, but really, there's no other work I want to do. Which brings me to the how. I enjoy what I do, but not how I do it. I prefer to be free agent, a floating spirit, a consultant. But not for the reasons that others have. For most people, calling your own shots is about earning more money, paying less tax, and kowtowing to no-one but self. For me, it's more about living, truly living, loving the little things, having ham sandwiches for lunch, and spending time with my Little One while she still wants me to.

Children are interesting. In one sense, they never stop asking for things. Hence nightmare shopping trips. Yet in another sense, they ask for very little. See, once we grow up, we forget how to talk like little people. We forget that when your child asks you to hug their teddy bear or kiss their Barbie goodnight, they are asking a far bigger boon than when they wanted you to buy the thing in the first place. For my child, kissing her Barbie goodnight is like me kissing her goodnight. So when I brush her off, she feels rejected, confused, lost, and yes, unloved. All the private schools and pretty dresses in the world do not make up for that.

Seems like a lot to draw from a silly gesture, but I saw it in my baby's eyes when I was too tired to kiss Snowflake. I'd had a long day, working hard, to care for her. So I was peeved when some polar bear doll was brought for my affection, and told her I was too tired to kiss both her and the doll. It wasn't until she asked 'Mummy, are you sad when I talk to you' that I realised how upset she was. She hadn't seen me in hours, and she was, naturally, asking me the senseless questions that children do, and I was answering them in my 'please baby let me be' tone. Until she asked that last question and I sat up sharp. I told her I was sorry, hugged the bear, strained the irritation and tiredness out of my voce and attended to my little girl. Her bright smile was worth a million in overtime.

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Our minister does not sleep

Our minister does not sleep

Oh no he doesn’t…

When electrical power goes out

(No sooner than the sun has set)


He has a hand in it

When the fire on the stove

Burns itself out while waiting for flour

He has a stake in it


He finds the time

In his busy schedule

To direct constituency development funds

To develop his constitution


He only rests his eyelids

In broad daylight

Inside parliament

When important bills

Come up for discussion

But even then he is not asleep

Absolutely not...

He still expropriates and appropriates

He taxes while he snores

And spends while he drools


When we all retire

Mheshimiwa goes out

On the prowl

Along Koinange Avenue

Sampling street walkers

To ensure their fitness

For western tourists


Our Mheshimiwa loves the youth

With all his being

Be they boys or be they girls

With them he is generous to a fault

That is why they call him

Baba sukari

 

The 2009 Commonwealth Writers Prize short lists

The competition in African is dominated by one country and one publisher

Africa 

Best Book 

Damon Galgut (South Africa) The Imposter Penguin 
Tim Keegan (South Africa) My Life with the Duvals Umuzi
Sindiwe Magona (South Africa) Beauty's Gift Kwela books
Mandla Langa (South Africa) The Lost Colours of the Chameleon Picador Africa Speech
Zoe Wicomb (South Africa) The One That Got Away Umuzi  

Best First Book 

Jassy Mackenzie (South Africa)  Random Violence Umuzi
Uwem Akpan (Nigeria) Say You're One of Them Abacus 
Megan Voysey-Braig (South Africa) Till We Can Keep An Animal Jacana Media 
Chris Mamewick (South Africa) Shepherds and Butchers Umuzi
Sue Rabie (South Africa) Boston Snowplough Human & Rousseau 
Jane Bennett (South Africa ) Porcupine Kwela Books
 


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