SELF DISCOVERY

Bang!

The sound of the bullet leaving its chamber. The cold metal pierces through my head scrambling my skull, spluttering my brain on the dark alley wall. My eyes widen with the shock of my impending death when my body falls on the cold cement with a big thud. Coldness creeps over me, I try to say just one more word before I breathe my last, but all is lost as I chock, ready to expire into the next world. That is it. My life is over; I think only to wake up from the nightmare. The silky sheets of my bed were wrapped around my neck strangling me. 

I try to untangle myself from the mess. I was no stranger to waking up from a nightmare, yet it’s been long since I woke up in such a state. The nightmare I believe was triggered by the recent death of my lover.

Death.

Humanity’s greatest mystery. Death always seems like a big secret that everyone has an idea of what it is, but no one knew what the real truth was. What we know of death is what we perceive and from our interactions with others. To me, death is just one of those riddles that we will only get answers to the second we die, not a moment before. I have often wondered how my life would end. Would it be from natural causes, by my own hand, or from violence? The list always seemed endless.

Someone once told me that thinking of suicide meant you were suicidal. I won’t deny that such thoughts have never crossed my mind. Suicide. Another huge topic altogether. There are many different ways in which a person can take their own lives. I know this because some clever idiot wrote a book about it, making me wonder what goes on in people’s minds. Didn’t this author know that he was making himself an accomplice to every suicide act? I also wonder why no one has thought of suing him yet. Maybe it is because he is Australian and not American. If there is one country that loves suing, it is the United States of America. The only place in the world where a person can sue himself for money and get away with it.

There goes my mind again, wandering, visiting places I have no visa to in the first place. Back to death, my death in particular. For one, I have never wanted to die of old age. I had seen people who had lived long and I didn’t desire it. Looking at them made me realize life ran in stages;

1. Stage one begins with one being silly and feeble-minded,
2. Then one starts thinking they are too mature for anything,
3. In the third stage, one actually begins being responsible and mature and acting like it,
4. And in the final stage, you start being silly and feeble-minded again.

Those who live longer tend to act like children, toddlers to be guided. I was thankful that I had gone through my toddler stage and I sure didn’t want to go through that again.

The path I had chosen showed a blink future. I did see myself dying like my memorable nightmare. My thoughts were dark and macabre. Not one you would expect from a lady. Such thoughts would not be further from your mind if you had walked in my shoes. There was no perfect way I could use to describe my life this far or what my name means. There are those who believe that names play a crucial role in one's life. I don’t know if this is true and if my name influenced my life. I’m Lucky. My name is Lucky. I was conceived, born and raised in a Kenyan slum in the beautiful city of Nairobi.

My father was literate but not educated. The furthest he went in schooling was finishing high school. His final grade wasn’t much, which meant his learning was cut short. An optimist, this didn’t hamper my father for he decided he could find a job to push him through, as he thought of a long-term plan which was a business. The thought of running something he called his on was all he dreamt of. The job market was tough. In the end, my dear father was hired as a watchman for some rich man. He wasn’t earning much but he had a place to stay and he could at least buy food. Life didn’t seem bad although there was one thing my dear dad did not count on and that was love – mankind’s weakness.

Father met mother and was foolish enough to fall in love with her. I don’t blame him because if you had met my mother you would have fallen in love with her. She was beautiful – I should know because I was blessed with her looks because everyone who knew my mother says I’m her replica. I was assured of both my mother and my beauty simply because I easily turned heads.

Unlike my father, my mother was not learned. Yes, she could write and she struggled to read. She had dropped out of primary school when her parents died and she also didn’t have anyone to rely on. At the time my father met her, she was working as a maid in the same area my father worked at. Mother was sixteen then and father was twenty. I really don’t know or wanted to know the specifics of the courtship. All I know is that they fell in love and they married. There was no church wedding nor did they register with the District commissioner. They just decided they were married and according to the common law that was enough. I was a result of this union.

           

Everything looked good for them but they didn’t seem to count on death. I was two when my father had the misfortune of dying in a matatu car crash. My mother was inconsolable. The only thing that cheered her was the fact that she had me. She went on working as a maid to provide for the both of us. She put me in school stressing as how it was important. My mother wasn’t educated but she taught me a lot.

When she was alive, she was the center of my universe. She made sure I lacked for nothing, and that I did not feel alone or abandoned because my father was dead. Everything went on well for a while but yet again, fate decided to play its hand again. Mother died when I was in my last term and last year of high school. Death caused by malaria. That is what her death certificate said. Maybe I should thank God that he waited that long before he took her since I can’t imagine what would have happened to me had it been sooner.

Her death was a blow. She was the only living relative I had. Tom re-appeared with a whirl just when I was at my lowest. Tom’s mother had been a neighbor and my mother friend. I can’t say I remember much about her. All I knew about her was the fact that she was a single mother. She died when Tom was in his early teens, I was much younger then. With no one to care for him, mother invited him into our home. He moved in with us. It was peaceful at first before his strange behavior began. Tom started disappearing, sleeping out. The rumors began in wake of this. Some said he had joined some gang. All sort of crime that happened was attributed to him. Mother wasn’t happy. She tried talking to him to no avail. With time his visits lessened then stopped. As young as I was, I knew my mother was troubled by Tom’s leaving but there wasn’t much she could do.

Tom took charge of the things I had no clue about. He arranged for the funeral and stood by me. He encouraged me to go back to school and do my exams. At the time, I needed guidance. I was glad for following his advice when I learned I passed my finals. I wasn’t a complete genius, but my grades weren’t bad. I got a B+. It was hard to get a scholarship with such qualifications but they were good enough to get me into university. Something I knew my parents would have been proud of since I was fulfilling my dream and theirs too.

Waiting to go to university wasn’t fun or easy. I barely had the money to feed myself or pay my meager rent. The family my mother worked for had been kind enough to give me some money to push me through for awhile. Tom was now a constant visitor. Giving me support and keeping the loneliness away. I believe at first it was because he felt it was the least he could do in honor of my mother. This soon changed with the mutual attraction which developed into a romance.

I got to know Tom better. He was a private man; there was much of him that always seemed mysterious. He also didn’t talk much but he didn’t fail to tell me what he did when I asked. As rumors go, there was a basis for it. Tom was a thug. It began after his mother died. Tom joined a small time crew in the neighborhood. They did small things like pickpocketing, mugging, breaking and entering. As time passed, it was only natural that his appetite grew. With his intelligence, he became popular and soon he was running the crew. Under his leadership, they moved into the major leagues. At the time of my mother’s death, his criminal organization had grown under the guise of legitimate business they actually ran.

It didn’t take much convincing from him for me to move in with him. He said I needed change, I deserved better. I moved into his sanctuary as he called his house that not many knew about and we played house. I met his right-hand man “Schwarz” a corrupt form of Schwarzenegger the actor turned governor. I never really got to know Schwarz real name who was all muscle and less brain. The good thing about him was that he was loyal and he quickly took a liking to me unlike some of Tom’s cohorts. One can not blame them. The man they looked up to and trusted had suddenly brought a new face into their group. None of them really knew me, guess they just didn’t know whether to trust me or not. Soon they began opening up. It was like I had always been part of them.

College opened, I wanted to join. Tom once again stood by me saying that I had the right to fulfill my dreams. My tuition fee wasn’t a problem; the CDF (Constitution Development Fund) and the government could help me with that. As for other expenses, Tom was quick to provide. Even after knowing the source of his money, I was not ashamed to take it. I was now very much involved with Tom’s life, there were no secrets between us. I confess that there was once or twice I helped them out. Tom only had one rule when he let me in, to never be at the front line of whatever they did. I was okay with that.  When asked once by someone in his crew why he let me present whenever they met, Tom told them that it was because I was the only woman who would ever understand him. After such statement, it was not surprising what happened when I was in my second year of college.

Tom’s gang had just robbed a bank; it hadn’t been a success yet there was also a loss with two of his men being killed during a shootout with the police as they were getting away. I left the dingy room for a smoke as they divided everyone’s cut since I didn’t think I was needed. I had just stepped out when I felt the pressure of a gun on my temple.

“Just the person I want. This must be my lucky day!” The man behind the voice laughed amused at his own twist of words. The voice was familiar.

“What can I do for you Philo?” I said with confidence though I could literally feel my heart shrink. Philo was part of the crew though he had not joined them in the latest escapade. I didn’t know the specifics why and I didn’t ask. Philo was never forthcoming so I never bothered chatting with him before.

“Ahh, sweetheart. There is much you can do. With you in danger, your boyfriend would do anything I ask him to do. Now I would ask you very nicely to move towards the car very slowly,” he said increasing the pressure of the gun.

This situation was ridiculous to me. Being kidnapped was never something I had ever imagined of. “Pointing the gun isn’t going to get you anything. Tom is a reasonable man you should talk to him about whatever-” I fell silent when I felt Philo unhook the trigger’s safety.

“Not another word!” We were halfway toward the car when I heard Schwarz calling my name. Philo froze bringing me to a halt. Schwarz’s cussed loudly and shouted for Tom. Soon everyone from the room spilled into the alley.

“You alright honey?” Tom’s voice was calm.

“Yeah,” I said despite the chills I felt. I was very much afraid because I knew there were many guns pointed in Philo’s direction, my direction. To this day, I can’t say I remember what happened next. One moment, Tom was trying to reason with Philo when I heard the bang, the hiss of the bullet passing by my ear and into Philo’s head. He was dead before he hit the ground.

“Did I miss much?” Johnny asked putting his recently fired gun back into its holster. He had appeared from the direction of the car.  Johnny was a corrupt cop who was more in the crew. He was on his way to collect his cut just in time to save the day.  

“Nothing much,” Tom said as he thanked him and walked towards me still frozen at the spot. “Come, let’s go home.” Was all Tom said before he dragged me away from the corpse. It’s that event that brought the birth of my nightmares, the birth of all my fears, the birth to the end our relationship. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think, I felt dead. I couldn’t stand Tom. I wanted out.

One morning, I went to class as usual and never went back home. I lodged with one of my college friends for a while. I fell to drink, I fell to pleasure. I met the beautiful, sophisticated and moneyed Ruth. A senior student who showed a lot of interest in me. I didn’t know at first that she was recruiting. Ruth was a mistress and proud of it, she loved herself and anything else that promised prestige and glitter. There was a rich married businessman Ruth knew who needed a kept woman. At first I resisted then I remembered that I was getting broke with no source of money.

Going back to the Slum was not an option. The slum brought the worst of people like it did to this guy I knew in passing - Can’t say I remember his name. Anyway, this guy had a frustrating life so much that his brain couldn’t function anymore. He was bordering suicide. From what I heard, he and some other idiots were paid to organize a riot by some politicians. They riot was a success and the guy got killed in the process. No one remembers the guys name or what the riot was about. He was only remembered for death and being paid peanuts to do something stupid. One lesson I learnt from his experience was you should never let a politicians convince you into doing something for him. Only do that if you are looking for a quick passport to the afterlife. I agreed to Ruth’s proposition with all this in mind. She introduced me to Duncan, the businessman.

Duncan got me an apartment, a car and an endless supply of money all in the name of having a beautiful woman who wasn’t his wife by his side. I would not try and pretend that I understood his kind yet I was not about to question or complain. I followed Ruth’s advice by playing it smart. For every money Duncan gave me, I secretly saved some. Life was looking up. It wasn’t long though before I discovered his dark side. Duncan was a violent man who seemed to like taking it out on women. He showed me this one day when he beat me up. I could not take it. I tried to leave but he found out somehow and beat me up and monitored my every movement. Once again I hit it low in life. No one could help me. I had dug for myself a grave. In desperation I called Tom though I didn’t have the courage to speak when he picked up. I cut the connection and didn’t pick up his return call. Duncan was kidnapped a week later. He went missing for a number of days and when he appeared, Duncan was a changed man. He became skittish and paranoid especially when around me. I ceased to hold any appeal to him. He told me I was to stay in the flat for six more months, he told me to keep the car. He stopped visiting.

It didn’t take me long to add it all up. Tom was behind it. Ever since I left Tom, I had always had a feeling I was being watched. If I needed prove here it was. My deduction was that my call had sprung him into action. I knew that he would forever have me watched and would only interfere if I was in need. I didn’t exactly send him a thank you card. I sent him a present saying I thought it was something he needed. At the time Duncan left, my bank account was looking pretty good. I finished college. With the money I started a business. I had a hair salon that was doing well but I had gotten a taste of easy money and couldn’t resist going back in the game. This time I caught myself a politician. Yes I remembered what I said about politicians. I got into this relationship with my eyes wide open. I wasn’t going to let him convince me into doing anything for him. Peter was a famous politician with children a lot older than I was. I’ll admit that I had some affection for him. He treated me as a queen. During my duration with him, I grew. My business expanded. I open two more chains of my hair salon. Peter bought me a house.

Finally I had a place I could call home. Everything seemed fine though truth be told, my life was not rosy. Deep down I wanted what most women wanted. I wanted love, I wanted children yet I also knew I could never have that with Peter. Life could not be perfect. Especially not after I got a call from Peter’s friend informing me of his death. “That is sad!” Was all I thought to say. Death to me was a sad affair but I didn’t see any reason as to why I was to break my daily routine. I paid respect to Peter in my own way by meeting up with Ruth. We gave a toast to the kind, generous man who had looked for love in the wrong places.

The nightmare came back that night after years of peace. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a drink. The thought of death, of my life got me thinking hard. I could not continue living the way I was. I wanted more and I was the only person who could get me what I wanted. I needed a plan. I fell asleep that night in the living room with the television on. Partly because I was scared of going to bed alone for the first time in years, the other reason was because my mind was still devising a plan. There was only one person I could think of who was perfect for my plan. I reached for my phone with my mind decided.

“Hello. It is Lucky” There was a pause on the other end of the phone after my announcement. I could bet my life saving that the person at the end of the line was not expecting my call.

“Hello Lucky. How are you?” hearing Tom’s voice warmed me.

“I am fine. Could I see you today?” I got to the point.

“Are you sick? Do you have a problem?” I could hear his underlining panic. It made me smile.

“Nothing is wrong. I just need to see you soon,” I said.

“I’m kinda busy,” Tom wasn’t going to make it easy. Not that I could blame him

“Oh… I was hoping I could talk to you about something.” I made myself sound depressed.

“I could make time tomorrow evening,” he said after a pause, “where do you want to meet?”

I suggested my place. He accepted and rung off without asking for directions. I wasn’t surprised since I knew he knew where I lived.

           

The doorbell the next evening at the exact time we had agreed on. I let it ring two more times before heading towards it. I didn’t want to appear over excited belying the fact that I had been preparing myself for him. I opened the door and there stood the man my heart always sung for. Our eyes met with the ever present fire between us.

“Schwarz?” I managed to ask. There was no way Tom would go anywhere without his constant shadow.

“Gone to do some errands,” Tom explained.

I was not really interested in Schwarz especially since my mind only had one thought. It had been years, our bodies were calling to each other. I quickly closed the door; we barely made it to my bedroom.

“Nice room.” Tom said between puffs from his cigarette. He had retrieved his abandoned trouser from the floor, pulled out a cigarette and lay sprawled on my bed.

“Thanks. I did the interior design my self.” I said absentmindedly. My body and mind was relaxed.  

“Rented?” It was not really a question. It sounded more like he needed a confirmation.  

“No.” I said.

“Your lover’s?” There was some anger in the question.

“It is in my name. I bought it with his help.” I simply said. “Sounds like a generous man.” He said dryly.

“He was. He is dead.” I said knowing very well that he knew that.

“My condolence.” His voice didn’t really mean it. “Did you kill him?”

I couldn’t resist bursting out in laughter at that. The thought of it was ludicrous. “It was a heart attack. The last I saw him was two weeks before his death.” I clarified. Peter had thankfully died while he was on vacation with his family.

“Are you hungry? I have prepared your favorites for dinner.” I changed the subject. I really didn’t want to talk about Peter.

“Why did you call me here?” Tom cut went straight to the point. He never liked beating around the bush.

“I wanted to see you.” I had to trend carefully.

“Well here I am.” Tom was not going to make it easy.

“After some thinking, I have come to realized that I have done some mistakes that I am not proud of. I have realized that I need to make some changes in my life. I need what makes me happy. In plain words, I want you back.” There it was. I had stripped myself bare for him.

“Just like that?” I could tell that Tom was taken aback. He might have had a clue on what would go down but he hadn’t thought I would quickly spit it out.

“Yes just like that.” I said. “You… You bitch” Tom was clearly not amused. He got up and stared pacing like a caged animal.

“I could be a bitch, call me that will not stop you for being what you are. You created me. We are in the same family with you being the Alpha dog. You and I are not very different as you once said.” I said unfazed by his outburst.

“That was years ago and I was clearly wrong like you proved by leaving.” Tom’s voice was slightly raised.

“Yes I left. My reasons then were muddled. All this does not change the fact that we are more or less the same. You steal from the rich; my target is also the rich. I agree that our methods are the only things that make us different. I have also stolen. I have taken away from other women their husbands’ attention for my own gain.” There was no way I could sugar coat it for myself.

“That’s just it. I know and I accept what I am but unlike you, I do not use my body to get what I want.” Tom raged on calling me all sort of names he could think of.

I sat there and took it all in. I was seeing what I had done for the first time from his point of view. I had hurt Tom badly. Nothing in the world could change that and I deserved everything he said and maybe more but I was not going to give up easily.

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing I could say after he had exhausted himself. He threw his hand up in frustration and sat on the bed.

I do not know what you could call such a situation. There we were seated on the bed, each of us facing opposite wall thinking what the next step would be.

“Would you like to have the dinner now?” I asked. I never could stand silence.

“Food? Now? Are you serious? Why are you insisting on the food? Is it poisoned?” Tom turned towards me.

“Jesus Christ!” I stood up in anger. “Am I capable of poisoning? And even if I was do you think I would poison you of all people?” I knew he had the right to think the worst of me, but poison was taking it beyond.  

“Oh, sit down,” Tom said at my outburst.

“Not until you apologize for what you said.” I stood my ground.

“Excuse me?” Tom was taken aback. “You’re crazy. I am beginning to wonder what I ever saw in you.”  

“The same thing has dawned to me too,” I was still angry though I wasn’t sure what the true source of my anger was.

“There must be something sweetheart, or else I won’t be here now.” Tom could not resist smiling. His macho ego kicked in. Tom always thought highly of himself.

“You must have also seen something or else you won’t have come.” I threw back at him.

“Are you trying to turn the tables on me?” Tom frowned. I shrugged as I heard him mutter “unbelievable” under his breath. “Tell me. How did you picture this going down?” Now his curiosity took over.

“I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I was banking on the fact that we could discuss the matter.” I sat down seeing that we were back to the main topic and there was no hopes of Tom apologize.

“What’s there to discuss?” Tom asked.

“It depends on your response. If your answer is no then there is nothing to discuss, however if you agree then I believe there is much to discuss.” I said.

“I’m listening.” Tom gave the go ahead.

“Oh, okay!” I was a bit taken back. I hadn’t expected to have to reach this far in the conversation that quickly.

“Well? What is it?” Tom probed.

“I have one problem.” I began. “What is it?” He was never a patient man. “I want Evelyn gone. I have shared before and I didn’t mind it then but I draw a line when it comes to you.” I blunted out. Evelyn was Tom’s current lover. I knew quite a lot about her. There had been together for almost two years but she didn’t live with him, and she didn’t know what Tom did. She thought that he was a hard working businessman.

“How do you know about her? Have you been spying on me?” Tom sounded a little amused.

“Just returning the favor.” I said with a smile.

“Does this mean that I have spies in my organization?” Tom asked more seriously. “If I knew of anyone damaging to you, I would have told you ages ago.” I said, and I knew he believed me.

“How will you know if I truly let her go?” Tom asked. “I have my sources. I know of her now and I will know if she is still in the picture.” I said confidently.

“You were always good at getting information. I won’t be surprised if you have your own spy network” Tom said.

“You used to say that.” The memories brought a smile on my lips. When we were together, Tom was always amazed by the fact that I easily obtained information on anything I or he wanted.

“Is that all?” Tom inquired standing up. This was one of the longest discussions he had ever had.

“One more thing.” I said with hesitation.

“I am beginning to regret why I asked you to speak. I will soon develop a headache” He grumbled. “Go on.” He signaled with his hand.

“If we are going to stay together, I need nuptials this time.” I let out the second bomb of the day.

“Have you lost your mind? Next you will be telling me to change my lifestyle.” Tom raised his voice. I guess to him it sounded like I wanted him to change.

“Calm down, would you? I have always known who you are. I will never ask you to change who you are. That is a promise I’ll make to you.” I said. I was being truthful by saying that. Though I won’t lie and say I was happy that he was in organized crime.

“There is no way I will parade myself in front of people in the name of marrying.” Tom said with emphasis.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t thinking of doing that to you.” I said. The thought of doing all that was not appealing to me too. All I wanted was for us to legally be husband and wife.

“You have lost me. I don’t think I get what you are saying.” Tom frowned. “It’s ok. I will explain it another day.” I laughed following his example by dressing. My heart felt much lighter now.

“I have a question of my own.” Tom asked as I finished dressing.

“Shoot.” I said happily.

“Had I stormed out in response what would you have done?” Tom inquired. It was one of his greatest strengths wanting to know what was on both sides of the coin.

I didn’t answer right away. What I was about to say was not going to be to his liking. “In our time together I believe that I got to learn much about you. I am proud of the fact that aside from yourself, I am the only one who knows what makes you tick. It has been awhile I know but I know you haven’t changed.” I pause.

“Then you know I hate waiting.” Tom threatened and I ignored his comment.

“I went to see my doctor today. According to her, the possibility of me conceiving today is very high.” My eyes diverted from Tom’s eyes to the bed.

“What?” Tom shouted. I looked into his eyes and held his gaze. His eyes widened as the realization of what I had said sunk in.

He cussed very loudly, and then muttered other cusses under his breath as he paced around with rage. It was intimidating. I wanted to duck out of the room but I didn’t want him to see me as a coward. Suddenly, he stopped pacing and stared at me. He was looking at me as though he was seeing me in a new light. Then he did the unexpected. He threw back his head and gave a deep gut felt laugh. “Remind me never to underestimate you in the future. I think I will have that dinner now. My favorite you said? I have to admit I missed your cooking” Tom made it for the door.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” He asked seeing that I was rooted to the spot.

“I…. Are you…” I was at loss of words. His reaction was a surprise.

“What? Have you changed your mind? I thought your aim was to have me back?” Tom asked.

“It is just that I though you would be really mad after what I said.” I said honestly.

“Let’s just say that you are lucky it is you and no one else telling me that.” Tom said. I get it now. I meant greatly to him therefore I could get away with much.

“I believe all this talking has made me hungry. Could we get to the kitchen?” Tom extended his hand towards me with his melting smile. It was a smile that not many people saw. The affection I had once known was back in his eyes. I confidently took his hand and led his to my kitchen. 

At that very moment I become sure of many things. For one, I knew that I would not have any nightmares that night. I was never again going to think up of ways to die, or other suicidal thoughts. There was no way for me to know for sure that my brain will not splutter on a cold pavement one day. What I was now praying for was dying in my bed. With Tom by my side old age didn’t seem to bother me anymore. This had been a journey, and I have finally discovered myself, who I was, and who I would be. The future was bright. I felt like screaming, “Hey everyone, this is me. I am Lucky!”