On hitting Argwings Kodhek road, he slowed his car to avoid knocking down the bevy of tw1’light girls who surrounded his car, flagging him down, and noisily offering him c@r’nal pl3asures at great rates. He took a quick one over and decided there was nothing on offer that was exciting as he slowly released his clutch and brake pedals.
“Kwani ulikua unatakaje?” one of them asked, sensing his disappointment. He paused briefly then in a drunken slur replied “nataka kubwa nyeupe”
“Shiro Kuja hapa!” she hollered.
The girls made way for the said Shiro, who strutted in dramatically in very high heels and a dress that looked like it would rip at the seams any minute. She indeed fitted the product specifications.
“Unaonaje huyu?” enquired the self proclaimed sales lady.
He nodded and opened his car door. Shiro let herself in.
“Pesa ngapi? “, he enquired matteroffactly after moving a few metres from the pack.
“Short time ama allnight? “, she shot back.
“Sh0rt time”
“Erfu biri.. ”
“Sina elfu mbili…”
“Kwani uko na ngapi?”
“Mia tatu… ”
” Mia tatu perekea bibi maziwa! ”
” Haya shuka basi…” This said while unlocking the doors.
“Ogeza mia biri upate short time. Twende kwa parking ya Buffet Park”, she offered.
He agreed and quickly executed a 3point turn, heading into the club’s parking.
James was scrolling through twitter feeds when a tweet caught his eye: “Have you seen him? Last seen leaving Buffet Park on Saturday 2am”. A picture of man not older than 30 was attached to the tweet with a hash tag #HelpFindOparanya.
He quickly recalled a young man walking over to him at the late hour and making an unusual request. The man had asked him for 500 bob in cash in exchange for swiping his bank card for an equivalent amount as settlement for part of his (James) beer bill. He had hesitated briefly, but the clearly inebriated man had explained to him that he needed the cash to pay off a taxi driver and that he considered the effort of driving to an ATM machine too much for the amount in question. James had summoned a waiter who had executed the request. The beneficiary had been profuse with his gratitude.
James had watched the young man jaunt towards the parking area and disappear into the cover of darkness. His attention had drifted back to his drink and company.
But here he was now, staring at the image of the same man, trending on Twitter, with rewards being offered for information leading to his whereabouts. He quickly replied to the original tweet, disclosing that indeed he had interacted with the aforementioned, and disclosing details of their odd encounter. The retweets of his reply were generous, even catching the attention of the IG of Police who quickly asked him to walk into the nearest police station to record a statement.
Clearly Oparanya was a man who even the police were eager to find unharmed. James freshened up, bade a quick goodbye to his girlfriend and drove his Honda Accord to Kilimani police station. He shared whatever information he had with a bored officer who took his number “in case he needed more information”
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