‘Psst…mmh…I love you darling.’
A heavy sigh, shuffling feet…then a helpless groan
‘What do you want? How do you want for me to show that I love you?’
A table is moved, rather noisily. Thud! Impact of falling glass meeting the hardened floor. Glass breaks. Silence. The television comes to life.
‘You are a sweet ripe banana. Appealing to the eye. It’s tempting not to peel you over. To taste you. To partake in your sweetness.’
‘Akinyi, Akinyiii.’ Mama Nyaguthii, the neighbor. She is home early. Maybe there was no market for her mandazis.‘Are you home Akinyi?’ her voice could wake a dead lion.
‘Shhht; don’t answer darling. Such a nuisance Mama Nyaguthii is. She doesn’t know you go to school? By the way, why din’t you go to school today Akinyi? How is Form 1? Do you love Maths? Are there any boys who look at you in a funny manner? Don’t let them. I am here. Your only love.
The TV volume is raised. It should drown Mama Nyaguthii’s deafening noise.
‘Psst, darling, it won’t hurt. As sweet as the chips I bought you yesterday. You are a ripe banana; I tell you everyday your sweetness needs to be tasted. Psst, don’t open your mouth, does it hurt. Don’t look at me with fear then, I am your friend because I love you. Tomorrow I should add chicken to your chips you know.
Gong, Gong, Gong. ‘Akinyiiiii’
Curses… Mama Nyaguthii. The Loud Mouth.
Gong, Gong. ‘Baba Tembo. I see your door is open. Did you go to the mjengo today? You are home early.
Psst. Psst. Baba Tembo gestures. My banana…whispers. My sweet banana. Shut up. Shhhh.
‘Gong, Gong. Akinyi eeeeh.
The unfastened mabati door is wide open.
Uuuuuiiii uuuuiiii uuuuuiiiii
Baba Tembo. Mama Nyaguthii stammers…uuuuiiii
Shhhhhuuuuut up. He whispers. Shhhut up.
©Elizabeth Ombati
If you would like this piece to be the Story of the Week, please vote below on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being weak, and 10 being excellent. The numbers will be tallied on Friday and the story with the highest figure shall be Crowned Story of the Week. Be sure to fill in your name and verifiable email. You can include your critique/comment after the vote.
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It is an experiment in form. As such to be applauded. The author chooses to present a loaded topic (sexual abuse of children) in a thoroughly non-moralist form, and indeed in a very minimalist frame.
This minimalism requires some cooperation from the reader (Mildred Ngesa type of shmooze is so much easier), and thus hopefully sets the reader’s brain in motion, not just her or his righteousness gland (a small endrocrinal structure, located next to the gall bladder).
Two things I like especially: firstly, the repeated contrast between silence and noise, which the authoress then very cleverly transfers into a contrast of noise and noise (the acoustic phenomenon of “cancelling out”).
Vote: this is not a short story, it is a mini radio play, ans as such it MUST be seen and evaluated. I give 9 for topic, 10 for minimalism in execution, 10 for originality of presentation.
Posted by Alexander | July 19, 2010, 5:01 pmI love the style, she reveals so much while saying so little.
I give it a 9 (there was a typo, sorry)
Posted by Aspiring Writer | July 19, 2010, 6:02 pmam a first ime storymoja blogger and this stuff is out of this world, i vote a 7 for the dialogue quality
Posted by jeantrix | July 20, 2010, 12:39 pmthe story is a definite wow. I particularly envy the imagery which gives the reader the ultimate picture of the events that unfold in the story. A nine would do.
Posted by samuel | February 18, 2012, 1:36 pm