The dead also cry???
Wafula a driver of a local media station
has story for Kenyans. The folding events of that Friday morning haunt him
whenever he is on morning shift to drop the station workers that ply through
Lang’ata Road for normal call of duty-Breakfast Show.
The Big Gossip Whisper learn in surprise why the station’s
long time serving driver has that cold shoulder to show off.
It was on Friday
morning responding to the call of building the nation on a usual day’s business and may be later in the evening to join senior elders at
Elders Corner in Sabina Joy for the
local waragi and Nairobi’s thurari oops rather Kakamega's eshipuondo…as
he calls it in his native…'Catching u with the young blood.’ Wafula narrated his story on his encounter with the ghosts of Langata to the Big Gossip Whisper.
i was driving and suddenly my tyres
burst…so I pulled over 20M from the cemetery. I suddenly, pulled over looked up and
observed an older, bearded old man hovering over the bonnet of my car. He was
bathed in a white light and I could only see his face and upper body. He
appeared to be wearing a tutored jacket. I sat up on my seat, turned to fumble
with the head lights and when I looked back he was gone.
After a while, I relaxed figuring what to
do next and maybe call for help and I climbed back into my seat and went back
to thinking. After some time (at least 2 minutes) I opened my eyes and now
there was an elderly older woman hovering over the end of car. She was also
dressed, and bathed in a white light. I sat up and yelled "look,
look" to no one. It took her a minute to grind her teeth and when she did i began screaming hysterically. I turned on the lights and once again the image
was gone.
From the nearby bushes I could hear the
hues and cries of what turned to be a monster of my dawn…chill ran down my spines…the
cemetery shook with a thud and the dark lit sky thundered in a bang….”Jesus”…that
was so close to my lips…I remain feeble on the wheels.
Wafula
called off his duty of work and the following day served his boss with a
resignation letter till they could allow him to use Ngong road instead of the
ghory Lang’ata road…
Thebig gossip whisper has learned that these ghosts along the suburb leafy road of Lang’ata
continue to scare and haunt the late night road users. Either causing a
mysterious unpredictable traffic jam before they rock and roll or bring down
one of the posh expensive cars plying this route in a terribly remarkable
accident for the headlines in your dailies the next morning. from far as you approach the cemetery you hear knocks on the graveside as others even whistle at you beckoning for a call...if you dare look behind then you are dead meat in Somalia.Could this mark
another return of the majini stories za coast?