~Genre: Fiction, mystery and ndoto :)~
Chapter 28
The interrogation of a lifetime
“Thank wewe all for coming, I know this is unexpected but my colleague here, Cadence, has just found some new astounding evidence. Cadence?”
“Here,” Cadence stood up and handed him the diary, Jess silently gagged as most of the girl’s (or women) tried to look zaidi attractive.
“This,” the police held it in the air. “Is a personal data of the victim, Dorothy Loreans, a diary she updated daily until the night she died. Does anyone want to tell us something before we confront you.”
Silence.
“Good, um…Serache, it seems wewe and Dorothy had quite a rough time, huh?”
Serache, who I’ve been refusing to look out because I know once I start I won’t stop, paled. “My, um cousin and her Marafiki weren’t really buddy buddy with me, sir.”
“Is that true…Meredith?”
Meredith clenched her jaw. “Yes, yes, it is, she wasn’t a part of a group, she wasn’t our friend, she hated us and we hated her, easy.”
The cop nodded. “Okay, um…Mr. and Mrs. Loreans, in here your daughter doesn’t seem to like wewe much, it describes here how wewe barely take care of them anymore, is that true?”
Mom and dad looked at each other panicked, clearly shocked. Dad cleared her throat. “Time’s have been tough during that time, it wasn’t neglect, it was just the matter of not enough money.”
The cop cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. “Matter of money? wewe live in a fancy, expensive, house. And in here, it describes how wewe threw this really expensive party for Dorothy’s sweet sixteen, cost zaidi than a billion of dollars if correct, and her eighteenth birthday cost even zaidi of that.”
Dad paled, looking furious and mom looked close to tears.
“And your daughter, Destiny, hello,” he continued. “It says in here wewe didn’t even throw her a party, wewe didn’t even get her a present. Not to mention the fact that Dorothy tells us wewe practically kicked her out.”
Dad stood up, throwing his hand violently on the table. “That’s not true!” He roared.
“Oh, is it?” Cadence asked, “what is true Mrs. Loreans?”
Mom looked up, eyes full of tears. “It wasn’t that we didn’t upendo them, god bless there souls, we do, we really do. We just weren’t ready, we took precautions, we tried. But it didn’t work, we couldn’t give them away, our parents would have our necks!”
Mom turned to me. “I upendo wewe sweetie, and I’m sorry for not doing a very good job. I’m sorry for not holding you, loving you, soothing you. I just wasn’t ready, Dave-”
“Cindy,” dad warned, and I felt myself shiver at it’s cold tone. “Don’t.”
“I’m not lying! Not to them! I upendo my daughter’s! I always have. I always will.” Mom looked dad square in the eye, I took her hand, and she looked at me.
I nodded, smiling at her. “Go on.”
“We may not have had a strong onyesha of our love, I was just so angry. I didn’t want any responsibilities, Dave kept saying that we should get rid of them, but I couldn’t. It’s what started most of our fights, we weren’t ready for children then, but if that’s how he thought of wewe guys now, would he change his mind. We started fighting and I couldn’t look at wewe guys without snapping…I’m so sorry.”
Mom broke off crying. “I w-w-as conv-v-vinced that wewe were the c-c--cause of our f-f-fighting! I wanted wewe to feel the p-pain I felt! My parents were just as worse!”
“Mom!” I hug her, trying to calm her down, and her sobbing slowed a bit.
“I’d look at wewe and just see everything in your eyes, me and Dave, broken futures, soon to be broken hearts. I hid from wewe when wewe needed me the most. And when Dorothy died! I felt plagued. I kept on thinking if I tried, would she still be alive. And you, ho my sweet Destiny, when I heard about wewe almost being choked to death, I couldn’t control myself, it was like I was losing wewe to, like I could do nothing to help. I didn’t help Dorothy, and if I had, she would probably be alive.”
Dad snorted. “Dorothy died because of her own foolishness.”
“Shut up!” I yelled, and everyone looked at me shocked. “Just shut up! It’s always us doing something wrong! And never you! If mom could admit her mistakes why can’t you!”
“She’s right Dave, we’ve made so many mistakes, I’m ashamed and I’m sorry. This is all our faults, we’ve Lost everything we’ve worked for, and then some. It all fell apart!”
Mom cut off sobbing again, and I held her. The police man cleared his throat. “Mr. Loreans, did wewe have anything to do with Dorothy’s death?”
“NO! I did not! I loved her just as much as everybody did!”
The cop nodded. “Because everyone loved Dorothy…” he continued walking, until he stopped kwa me. “And not you.”
“What?!”
“You were jealous weren’t you?”
“I didn’t kill her!”
Cadence nods. “Yeah, bud, she didn’t kill her sister, she wouldn’t.”
Officer bud gave him a look. “Just cause she alisema she didn’t doesn’t mean it’s true, wewe should know that, don’t let your emotions get in the way of your sense.”
Cadence clenched his jaw, glaring at him.
“What happened to all is innocent until proven guilty?” I asked. “You can’t accuse me, wewe can ask me. And I’m telling you, I didn’t kill her.”
The cop snorted. “Yeah right, the girl who has visions of her dead sister’s memories, things that only Dorothy and the people that were there could know. Didn’t wewe claimed wewe had a vision of Dorothy running in the woods? How would wewe know that, unless wewe were.”
“My visions are true! I didn’t kill her! Just because wewe don’t have strong faith doesn’t mean wewe can accuse me, nothing’s impossible! Those visions were real, I had them, and I’m not crazy.”
“I’ll believe it when wewe have proof.” He stated, uandishi something in his journal after a rude glance at me.
I look at his police badge, on it is a small scratch, lucky for me I had excellent observation. I grinned.
“Your badge.”
“What of it?” He didn’t look up from his notes.
“It’s got a scratch on it, that…”, a faded visual of a memory popped up in front of my eyes. “You got from arresting a guy with a knife, that got a small scratch on it, but a big scar on your chest. The kisu wasn’t big, but it wasn’t weak, it left ugly marking’s behind it, especially your scar.”
The cop blinks sharply, Cadence winks at me, and Jess is pumping her fist in the air. Mom’s smiling, and dad looks like tomatoes.
“Well…um…lucky…no…I…”
“Aren’t wewe getting it wewe insufferable narcissist,” mom said, glaring at him. “She’s. Psychic.”
Everyone in the room, had there eyes bulging out of there sockets, except Serache who was smirking at me, she nods.
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Chapter 28
The interrogation of a lifetime
“Thank wewe all for coming, I know this is unexpected but my colleague here, Cadence, has just found some new astounding evidence. Cadence?”
“Here,” Cadence stood up and handed him the diary, Jess silently gagged as most of the girl’s (or women) tried to look zaidi attractive.
“This,” the police held it in the air. “Is a personal data of the victim, Dorothy Loreans, a diary she updated daily until the night she died. Does anyone want to tell us something before we confront you.”
Silence.
“Good, um…Serache, it seems wewe and Dorothy had quite a rough time, huh?”
Serache, who I’ve been refusing to look out because I know once I start I won’t stop, paled. “My, um cousin and her Marafiki weren’t really buddy buddy with me, sir.”
“Is that true…Meredith?”
Meredith clenched her jaw. “Yes, yes, it is, she wasn’t a part of a group, she wasn’t our friend, she hated us and we hated her, easy.”
The cop nodded. “Okay, um…Mr. and Mrs. Loreans, in here your daughter doesn’t seem to like wewe much, it describes here how wewe barely take care of them anymore, is that true?”
Mom and dad looked at each other panicked, clearly shocked. Dad cleared her throat. “Time’s have been tough during that time, it wasn’t neglect, it was just the matter of not enough money.”
The cop cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. “Matter of money? wewe live in a fancy, expensive, house. And in here, it describes how wewe threw this really expensive party for Dorothy’s sweet sixteen, cost zaidi than a billion of dollars if correct, and her eighteenth birthday cost even zaidi of that.”
Dad paled, looking furious and mom looked close to tears.
“And your daughter, Destiny, hello,” he continued. “It says in here wewe didn’t even throw her a party, wewe didn’t even get her a present. Not to mention the fact that Dorothy tells us wewe practically kicked her out.”
Dad stood up, throwing his hand violently on the table. “That’s not true!” He roared.
“Oh, is it?” Cadence asked, “what is true Mrs. Loreans?”
Mom looked up, eyes full of tears. “It wasn’t that we didn’t upendo them, god bless there souls, we do, we really do. We just weren’t ready, we took precautions, we tried. But it didn’t work, we couldn’t give them away, our parents would have our necks!”
Mom turned to me. “I upendo wewe sweetie, and I’m sorry for not doing a very good job. I’m sorry for not holding you, loving you, soothing you. I just wasn’t ready, Dave-”
“Cindy,” dad warned, and I felt myself shiver at it’s cold tone. “Don’t.”
“I’m not lying! Not to them! I upendo my daughter’s! I always have. I always will.” Mom looked dad square in the eye, I took her hand, and she looked at me.
I nodded, smiling at her. “Go on.”
“We may not have had a strong onyesha of our love, I was just so angry. I didn’t want any responsibilities, Dave kept saying that we should get rid of them, but I couldn’t. It’s what started most of our fights, we weren’t ready for children then, but if that’s how he thought of wewe guys now, would he change his mind. We started fighting and I couldn’t look at wewe guys without snapping…I’m so sorry.”
Mom broke off crying. “I w-w-as conv-v-vinced that wewe were the c-c--cause of our f-f-fighting! I wanted wewe to feel the p-pain I felt! My parents were just as worse!”
“Mom!” I hug her, trying to calm her down, and her sobbing slowed a bit.
“I’d look at wewe and just see everything in your eyes, me and Dave, broken futures, soon to be broken hearts. I hid from wewe when wewe needed me the most. And when Dorothy died! I felt plagued. I kept on thinking if I tried, would she still be alive. And you, ho my sweet Destiny, when I heard about wewe almost being choked to death, I couldn’t control myself, it was like I was losing wewe to, like I could do nothing to help. I didn’t help Dorothy, and if I had, she would probably be alive.”
Dad snorted. “Dorothy died because of her own foolishness.”
“Shut up!” I yelled, and everyone looked at me shocked. “Just shut up! It’s always us doing something wrong! And never you! If mom could admit her mistakes why can’t you!”
“She’s right Dave, we’ve made so many mistakes, I’m ashamed and I’m sorry. This is all our faults, we’ve Lost everything we’ve worked for, and then some. It all fell apart!”
Mom cut off sobbing again, and I held her. The police man cleared his throat. “Mr. Loreans, did wewe have anything to do with Dorothy’s death?”
“NO! I did not! I loved her just as much as everybody did!”
The cop nodded. “Because everyone loved Dorothy…” he continued walking, until he stopped kwa me. “And not you.”
“What?!”
“You were jealous weren’t you?”
“I didn’t kill her!”
Cadence nods. “Yeah, bud, she didn’t kill her sister, she wouldn’t.”
Officer bud gave him a look. “Just cause she alisema she didn’t doesn’t mean it’s true, wewe should know that, don’t let your emotions get in the way of your sense.”
Cadence clenched his jaw, glaring at him.
“What happened to all is innocent until proven guilty?” I asked. “You can’t accuse me, wewe can ask me. And I’m telling you, I didn’t kill her.”
The cop snorted. “Yeah right, the girl who has visions of her dead sister’s memories, things that only Dorothy and the people that were there could know. Didn’t wewe claimed wewe had a vision of Dorothy running in the woods? How would wewe know that, unless wewe were.”
“My visions are true! I didn’t kill her! Just because wewe don’t have strong faith doesn’t mean wewe can accuse me, nothing’s impossible! Those visions were real, I had them, and I’m not crazy.”
“I’ll believe it when wewe have proof.” He stated, uandishi something in his journal after a rude glance at me.
I look at his police badge, on it is a small scratch, lucky for me I had excellent observation. I grinned.
“Your badge.”
“What of it?” He didn’t look up from his notes.
“It’s got a scratch on it, that…”, a faded visual of a memory popped up in front of my eyes. “You got from arresting a guy with a knife, that got a small scratch on it, but a big scar on your chest. The kisu wasn’t big, but it wasn’t weak, it left ugly marking’s behind it, especially your scar.”
The cop blinks sharply, Cadence winks at me, and Jess is pumping her fist in the air. Mom’s smiling, and dad looks like tomatoes.
“Well…um…lucky…no…I…”
“Aren’t wewe getting it wewe insufferable narcissist,” mom said, glaring at him. “She’s. Psychic.”
Everyone in the room, had there eyes bulging out of there sockets, except Serache who was smirking at me, she nods.
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I will remember wewe always.
Will wewe remember me?
That is a swali for wewe to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
wewe will always be in my heart.
For I know that wewe will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every dakika of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the moto
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will wewe remember me?
That is a swali for wewe to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
wewe will always be in my heart.
For I know that wewe will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every dakika of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the moto
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed wewe and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side kwa side.
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my moyo broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took wewe a second
to rearrange my whole day
I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
wewe blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet wewe knew that
I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him
i hope you're different
it would help
if wewe werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of wewe to stop by
but please go nyumbani now
I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see wewe again
i wont be there when wewe fall
just know that i
wont pick wewe up again
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store inayofuata door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say kondoo Wanyonya damu Rock on them. Yeah, I upendo the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with kondoo that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into kondoo Wanyonya damu that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of koki left from an mwaka zamani shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or wewe shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?