Since the day the first neanderthal man thwacked his fellow man with a club and the man retaliated ,humans have always felt the need to revenge when wronged.
Normally I pride myself for having a high tolerance for bullshit. I let things slide but once in awhile some crap can send me over to the dark side and I relish getting even.
When I was young(er) and very naive we wanted to buy a family car after the birth of our first daughter.
Luckily we had a few friends at the port and I recalled one time they had told us about ’ mattress cars ’ ( Cars which are sneaked inside containers meant for others goods ). These cars were sometimes impounded and they could sleep in the yard for years unclaimed.
Ali ,our ‘friend’ told us about a particular Mazda Atenza which had been nabbed by the port Authority. The plan was that for a very friendly price of 650k the impounded car will be delivered to us. True to his word,the day we gave him 650 cold cash Ali delivered the car to our doorstep. Now, the only issue was getting a numberplate for the darn car and remember those days getting a numberplate was not as easy as it is today. Two days later Ali sent his two colleagues who were going to facilitate that job and since we trusted him we handed over the car roho safi…and that’s how we got conned.
Two weeks later I was tired and pissed off with his lame excuses. It got so bad that he even stopped picking our calls ndio we realized we had fallen for the oldest con in the port of Mombasa.
O said we let it go but I am a daughter of Mùmbi and some things can not go unpunished in my books.
Growing up on Thika rd , (before it became the famous brothel it is- back then before the super highway) I knew and grew up surrounded by thugs. We had formed a symbiotic relationship since I was a 14 year old. I give them cash for cigarettes and I get protection. As a teenager, I could walk those streets without fear of being mugged or God forbid,raped. Now as a young adult, anytime I visited our former home ,I would always holla at them hapo kwa stage and remind them of how they used to terrorize me. We’d laugh it off,I would cough up more money and even contribute for matangas for their fallen soldiers.
Now, this coastarian had conned us, expecting us to give him a free pass ? Nyet ! Not me. I called up some people and two months down the line when no one could suspect, a beautiful team building was metted out on Ali and he ended up in Pandya hospital with a few broken bones.
Two days later, armed with a bouquet of flowers I visited Ali in the hospital and asked him what happened.
Hao wakora sijui walitokea wapi dada, walinshambulia na wakatoroka na mihela yangu. Nlikuwa nimetoka benki ili Nije kuwapa refund.
Yeah right… I thought.When O heard the news he told me God always vindicates. I smiled and said Amen.
What is the most insidious thing you’ve ever done in the name of getting even ?
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