Mountain Peak

 In my previous story I mentioned how I can easily be possessed by the demon of pleasing others. I am not so sure whether I was pleasing Isaac or being hospitable. This man and I met in the year 2005 before Christmas in Molo. We did not predict that five years later we would fall victim of robbery with Violence in Nakuru town. Isaac had travelled more than me. He had completed high school a year earlier. He had a driver’s license. He also had a fancy flip Alcatel phone. Life must have been kind to him. He appeared soft and with zero wrinkles. He was loveable. Even nuns ran shot of grace when they shook his very soft hands. I had just completed high school. Fate sent me to the village somewhere in Londiani. This is a village too far from everything. And I mean it. The village is even far from itself. I grew up in this small village. And I knew everyone including those I had not met in person. Call it the power of gossip. I had just lost my mother. The kitchen was not always smoking....

 You might call it gossip. I can handle that. Even if I gossip the gospel you will still talk. People like to talk. They are always talking anyway. As a good person I am going to talk about a friend. Well, let me say gossip. A positive gossip. He is one of my best friends. His name is Byron. A native of Guatemala. He is easy and calm. I met him some four years ago. Vic had organized a trip to Sapelo Island. A small island East Coast of Georgia. The Island is accessible only by aircraft or by boat. It is only seven miles (11 Kms) from the mainland. We had to drive from Tennessee. It is almost eleven hours drive. We were getting late. You have to be at the port by 5 Pm lest you miss the only boat.  Vic was slow on the wheel. Well, let me admit that he is a keen driver. Well, after lunch in some restaurant near Atlanta, Georgia, I had to take the wheel. And I never wanted to miss the boat. Vic drives a Ford SUV. A Good very good car. It’s soft and easy. And it accelerates well. I...