Please stop loving me, the conclusion

Mpenzi wangu kaniacha-aaah, na sasa 'mesharudi-iiiih.
The melodic Taarab song wafted from a passing car as we drove from the airport to the hotel. Mombasa has a way of steaming your stress away and with my shorts and slippers, I looked like the carefree tourist. Our hotel was so close to the beach you could taste the salty water. As expected, we threw ourselves into the usual malarkey of swimming, sunbathing and drinking madafu. By evening, we were all tired.
After a lovely fish dinner, we retired to our room. My wife went into the bathroom and emerged shyly after a while wearing a see through negligee. It reminded me of our first night together because she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I took her hand and held her close. Despite the ravages of the years, she still looked great. I led her to the bed and switched off the lights. In the dark, we fumbled and bumped until we found a gentle rhythm. Her passion, though not matched with energy, soon made me climax. I apologised for my haste and she said it was okay. We lay there with her leaning against my arm until she fell asleep. I slowly extracted my arm and turned to my side.
Listening keenly to her gentle breathing, I switched on my phone. There was a single text from Ann.
Thank you and God bless you.
I was confused. I expected fire, anger, hatred but all I got was a short, impersonal text. What is ?
The next few days, I threw myself into the planning committee with enthusiasm. The ceremony was a success and everyone looked happy. The day after the ceremony, the all flew back leaving my wife and me to renew our bond. We played in the sand and ate prawns with our hands. We bathed in the warm water and took warm showers together.
After the holiday, we flew back home and fell back into a normal family routine. Even the teens were happy.
My curiosity about Ann was put on the back burner as I fought to regain the trust of my boss at work and my co-boss at home. I knew she probably settled with one of the boys from her university.
As you know, normal is never normal. One morning as I listened to a presentation by a potential supplier, I got a strange message from a number I didn’t know.
Njambi is very sick and keeps asking to see you. I beg you, in the name of Jesus, please come here before it is too late. We are in Kinangop, Engineer Town. Just ask at Joska butchery where mama Njambi lives.
I felt my soul leave my body and hover about ten metres high, watching me. I excused myself and went to the toilet. I tried to collect my thoughts into one chain of thought but they broke free and scattered everywhere. I heard voices. Ann. My wife. Pastor. My parents. Ann’s mother, who sounded like a shrill crow calling it’s young. Come. Come. Come. I had to go. Immediately. I knew it was the wrong thing to do but I had no choice. I got in my car and drove to Engineer.
The butcher pointed me to a small wooden bungalow. It was a humble dwelling but clean and well maintained. I hesitantly knocked at the metal gate. After an age, it opened and a woman, maybe a few years older than my wife opened it. I told her I was here to see Ann. She looked at me with great sadness. I felt weighed and found wanting on the scales of justice. She slowly walked in front of me. She told me Njambi had fallen very sick and she had to go and pick her as she couldn’t afford to keep her in hospital. She was slipping in and out of consciousness and kept asking for me by name. We passed a grave and I saw a man’s name on it. Ann’s Dad.
When we walked into the house, it was quiet as only houses in the village can be. She led me to a room which was very dimly lit. My eyes adjusted slowly to see My Ann, My Njambi lying there, motionless. She must have sensed my presence because she struggled to open her eyes. She beckoned me over in a whisper and I leaned over to listen. She spoke so quietly and slowly.
BT, I didn’t choose to love you but somehow it happened,
I knew the risk I was taking and I got my fingers burned.
You were the love of my life,
even though you had a wife.
I release you forever from the burden of my love,
I hope we meet someday up above.
God bless you, my love.

With that, she closed her eyes and seemed to melt into the bed. Her mother let our an unearthly scream and jumped onto the bed. She tried to shake her awake but nothing happened. Tears, saliva and snot flowed down her face like a river. I felt my eyes burn and suddenly I too was crying and wailing.
I knelt by the side of the bed and held her tiny cold hand in mine. I squeezed but it didn’t squeeze back.
I ran outside and fell to my knees by her father’s grave. I begged him for forgiveness. I begged her for forgiveness. I begged her mother.
But the grave didn’t answer me.
It was as quiet.
As a grave.

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Damn it. U had to throw in some feels!
Life is full of choices and consequences. RIP Ann

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:(:frowning:
I didn’t see that coming.

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:(:(:frowning:

So many questions.

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Very melancholic.

Damn!..Rest in Peace Anne.

Kama:
Alipata ugonjwa from him?
Is heartache that physical?
Alichomwa na family ya Ann?
Why screw the wife in complete darkness?
Hao teenagers wake ni gender gani?
Wamefika 18 tuitishe number?

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@Baba Toto Is this a true story without hoho na kathalikas?

damn! never saw that coming, may she rest in peace

RIP Anne Njambi, after all the good times and likes I gave her? Why Njambi? Why?I feel you @Baba Toto .

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Why now… Why did it end this way. I feel it pin in someone’s heart. So painful. @Baba Toto ebu tell us if this is a true story?

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I hope and pray its fiction

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Great journey Baba Toto.

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What a finale. You’ve taken your readers on an epic journey with such clarity and vivid imagery. Big up.

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I have decided to make my own conclusion.

Ann aligawa slices nje. Akapata lethal STD. @Baba Toto akitoka kwa akina ann atakimbia VCT. If the worst happens,he will also advise his wife to also do so. Then teenagers wake kama kuna msichana she will follow the same path ya Ann after her dad,baba toto, dying when she is young.

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I came to notice that women who either lost their dad when very young or never had one in the first place usually try to fill the void by dating older men. Usually without knowing its the void they are filling. Some one explain further

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Awesome writing n narration skills… The anticipation, suspense, twist, & ultimately questions! … Kudos!!

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Nicely done sir.

…Yeye na bibi wali pimwa after Ann kufa?

We don’t choose the people we love… If we had a choice, I personally wouldn’t love at all…
Fuck!!

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