DAVID’S COME BACK PLAN
Tabitha came over to David‘s Kahawa Sukari apartment on a Friday evening. Getting into the house gave her an immediate feeling that something was not okay with her brother. She had always known David as the organized type of men that are a rare species in the ever-high world of Human Male Machoism, chauvinism and bigotry. She sometimes found his brother too organized for life and that amused her many times. She had never forgotten a story when they were growing up when she had borrowed an HB pencil from him. The brother told her to pick from his bag. As usual David’s bag contained well organized books and a geometrical set sitting well placed above the topmost book. The books were all covered double. A brown cover with a clear plastic paper cover on top. David’s books never really got old. On the day, she opened the bag, picked up the Geometrical set, opened it and removed the HB Pencil. She used it for an hour and returned it. When David later opened the set, he was angry at her because she had returned the Pencil on the opposite side of the right position, the other end of the set where she had removed it. Tabitha apologized but the incident remained in her memory years later. That is how organized David was. So, this Friday, Tabitha found a heap of clothes on his 3-seater Sofa. David was sitting on a one-seater sofa. Bob Marlley’s, ‘No woman No cry’ reggae hit was playing loud from the music system that sat on a corner table on one end of the living room near the TV stand. In this period of distress, he had listened to this song repeatedly. He was hoping that Sarah had the backbone to carry on and wished that he had enough strength himself to tell her so. Unfortunately, he himself was also not in a very good place. He called Sarah once every day or every two days, only managing to tell her not to worry that all will be well. Sarah felt though, that David’s voice was not that convincing. She felt the gap. She felt the distance. She perceived the now clear aperture that was leaking the love that had existed between her and David. How this vent could be covered is the answer that Sarah found a little too hard to come by. Tabitha embraced David, sat on the seat’s arm next to David looking deeply into his eyes with great concern. ‘So, what is the matter with you bro?’ She asked. David leaned forward, buried his face into his hands and said nothing. ‘Talk to me Bro. What’s up with you?’ Tabitha asked again. This time she placed her hand on top of David’s head pushing him to sit up. David sat up and while rubbing his eyes with his right hand he said, ‘Siz, am devastated. I have no idea what to do. Imagine Sarah is Pregnant!!’ ‘What!!!??’, Tabitha asked, her eyes wide open and fist on her wide-open mouth. ‘But how?’ She asks further. ‘Had you not told me that she was using Copper T birth control?’ She asks again looking at her brother, whose eyes were beginning to appear watery. David said nothing and again fell face to his hands. They sat in dead silence for a few minutes before David straightened up and said, ‘Yes. We had control in place but whatever happened, I have no idea’ Tabitha lifts her brother’s hand to stand him up then gives him a warm hug and says, ‘It is okay bro. We must accept things as they are because we cannot change them. I’ll help you plan on how to alter your earlier plans so you could take care of Sarah and the baby because this is the time that Sarah needs you most.’ Tabitha helped to bring David’s house to order, and they talked late into the night about how to handle things going forward. After all considerations, David felt a big relief because he finally had a plan on how to move forward with life.
@Stephen Mungai