Preparations were onset as soon as the newspapers predicted her likely return. They went to the extent of sparing a couple of pages to explain the detailed journey and even the estimated arrival of Wanjiku. ...RETURNS HOME. Not even the gutterpress were caught uninformed on this.
Wanjiku was not beautiful, she was not some gold medal winner or any fancy celebrity splashed with the attention. Wanjiku is an ordinary Kenyan.
But her name was in the newspapers, and she was coming home. And just that had to be announced, and well prepared for. So the goats that she left behind had to be slaughtered. For her homecoming celebration? Wanjiku was coming home. The government quickly chipped in and gave her twenty thousand shillings. This was in fact read in parliament. Emergency expenditure for Wanjiku to build a home which she no longer had. In fact it was read by..was it the minister for housing or Home affairs or the second assistant minister for local authority or... Well it was one or two or three of the ninety Mps with a minister tag to accolade their Hon. Titles and who I must say share jurisdictions.
Now Wanjiku is famous for her homecoming which had suddenly taken a national outlook.
She came after the party when nothing but the intestines of her used to be flock littered her compound. And not a soul to welcome her back. Had Wanjiku’s homecoming turned sour? She silently settled into a tent perhaps with the consolation the she was home at last
The Home coming welcome
Fungua jinga wee
Startled at midnight in her canvas tent
you know my bother’s still in prison, am still poor an the government gave you some money, I was hoping that on the spirit of homecoming if you would like to share.
-now aware of the sudden limelight on her return
Uui am being robbed uui
Shout ciku shout. Shout for the the mothers whose families were shot dead by police, Shout to the fathers whose sons are rotting away in police cells Shout ciku, tell them you returned. We can even help you (shouts) NEIGHBOURS THE KIKUYU HAS JUST RETURNED AND IS ASKING FOR YOUR HELP!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
You beasts you vermin unequaled devils. You heartless villains you drived me from my home to shamelessly sell myself to camp men like a slut. You senseless morons who raped my daughter before my eyes killed my husband and the razed to the ground what took all my lifetime to build. You motherless….
Aaaa mama no need to get all fussy. But you know the status quo changed. You know even as Raila is prime and ODM a half a government we still cant afford the price of food we are still are jobless. So we kindly ask can you at least share the twenty thousand in the spirit of homecoming, anyway its form our tax!
And the communal agreement of the male crowd outside.. And Wanjiku knew she was outnumbered, again!
