Sunday, March 8, 2009

My evening with the Policeman - Final Part

Continued from here:

I parked the car next to three matatus outside a block of flats where George said he lived; I had to believe him when he said to me it was safe. Two men in black coats whom I took to be watchmen waved ‘habari’ as we left the car and we climbed a flight of stairs past a metal grill door and entered a sparsely furnished room. It didn’t surprise me as policemen here are not well rewarded. But I remembered that I was not there for creature comforts.

There was a sofa upholstered in polyester tartan-print to the side of the gleaming but bare floor and I could feel the wood slats through the worn cushions. I sat with my back to a wall facing a corner-shelf which carried a small Aucma television that George switched on to NTV and then turned the volume down. A brightly-coloured leso partly partitioned the room and I could see the wooden legs of a bed behind it. George, still standing, stretched his arms to me smiling and said ‘karibu’ and I generously replied, ‘Asante, it’s a lovely place you have here.’ Then he walked to a sideboard which acted like a kitchenette as I stared at the walls where March 2009 was advertising Bidco cooking oil and a clock was ticking just after 8pm. I felt like a fish out of water.

Two minutes later he turned round to present two bottles of Tusker which he opened. He passed me one as he came to sit next to me on the sofa. I took a large gulp of my drink and we chinked our bottles together to an unspoken toast. I toasted privately in my mind, long live the tribe of the Mashoga.

George started to tell me about how he lived on his own and he had been a policeman for six years. He liked what he did and I nodded, thinking we need more handsome men like you working in the force. I told him the truth about what I did for a living which did not surprise him; we both laughed when he revealed how he had noticed my distinct motor in the morning traffic over the previous months. He said I must be wealthy and I told him no, perhaps just lucky. Then he told me he didn’t want me to think he wanted my money, I lied and replied the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.

His arm was on the back of the sofa almost touching my shoulder. We were looking intensely at each other drinking warm Tusker lager straight from the bottle, talking about gay life and how difficult it is to meet gay men because they are hiding like us in pain afraid. I was thinking this man is hot, my body was screaming do bad things that I like to me now. Blah blah blah. My lips were moving but I was not speaking. Without warning we kissed, awkwardly holding together for a few precious seconds before we both broke away.

I gazed deep into his eyes. ‘Can I stay the night?’ I needed to know. And he said quietly, ‘Yes please stay. And you don’t have to leave early – I’ m on holiday for the next one week.’

So I excused myself to go to the communal outside bathroom down the unlit corridor. I took my phone and texted my assistant to tell her I would not be in the office on Friday and to cancel my meetings. I went back to George and we carried on drinking, talking and laughing like old friends. We watched silently the news on TV of the horrific execution of two activists from Oscar foundation earlier in the evening. We didn’t talk about it any more; perhaps we didn’t want to be sad. Not tonight. I sensed something had changed in the few hours I’d spent with this man. Could he be the one?

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door and George went to see who it was. A man stood there, and George stepped aside to let him in. It was his younger brother and he wearily explained how he had been unable to get to where he lived due to the transport chaos caused by Mungiki activity and had hitched a lift here to spend the night.

‘Sawa Brian,’ George said to his brother. ‘You can sleep on the sofa. My friend came to visit and I think it’s also not safe for him to go home at this hour.’ Then he added seamlessly, ‘Tamaku you can share my bed.’ And do nothing but sleep – damn this Mungiki.

After that we had a few more drinks, before going to bed behind the drawn leso curtain. With the lights off we lay silently on the narrow bed holding each other tightly in an equal embrace; so happy together and yet afraid to speak. As we drifted off, I was grateful for the presence of Brian sleeping five feet away for unknowingly giving George and me the chance to enjoy this simple peaceful pleasure.

19 comments:

  1. wow that was an intense night, so the questione is will you see him again. God im so nosey.

    X

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  2. Hi Spyke,

    It was an intense night alright, you can say that again. Without giving anything away, shall I just say there is more to follow..

    x

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  3. I'm surprised that my reaction to this story is a mild jealousy, but not in a negative way. :)

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  4. Hi Anengiyefa,

    Lol, I love your honesty my friend, I sense we both share a high level of sensitivity. Btw George is here with me now watching televison in my lounge; he doesn't know about this blog but I think I'll have to say something soon..

    x

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  5. Just stumbled upon this gem. You have a way with words, man. Good stuff. Makes me feel ashamed to say I have a degree in english literature lol! Keep us updated. I'm officially hooked.

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  7. Hi Joe Kenyan,

    Thanks for the props. I just say it the way it sounds in my head when it's happening. Lol..I'll keep you updated. Peace.

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  8. You really are an exceptional writer. Tamaku please write a post on the period in your life when you were dealing with determining your sexual orientation, accepting you were gay and eventually coming out of the closet to family and some friends (if you have). I think that would be an interesting read and would let us get to know you more(which I do). Have a great week.

    XXX

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  9. Hi Njeri,

    Thanks for the compliments. I am flattered! I'll post on the coming out when it happens. Hopefully this will be soon, who knows.

    Have a lovely week too.

    x

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  10. I wanted to ask you why you did not take him to your crib.... I have now sen in the comments page that he is actually visited your pad. Keep this going

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  11. Just catching up with your post-date analysis. Sounds like you had a good time- indeed good enough for a second date! Good on you.
    *waits for more updates*

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  12. awwwwww *sigh* I'm officially in romanticoville lol thanks to you :-) I cant believe I'm vicariously living my hot hetero sex life through a gay mans blog hahaha...gotta love the modern times ei?

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  13. Whatever Mungiki means, damn Mungiki indeed!! In as much as the simple peaceful pleasure is needed at that point, some good "fun" wont be bad for the night as well... heheh

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  14. This is an amazing story, wonderfully told! Slurp.

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  15. breaking my silence to plead. please leave out no juicy details. hooked

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  16. Hi GNM and Wildyearnings,

    Actually I was feeling the same way but I thought best to go with the flow. I'll post soon on what happened when he came to my crib.

    Hi Anon,

    What can I say to that *sigh* ..happy to help! lol!

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  17. Hi Naijadude,

    Though I say it lightly the Mungiki are not a joke!

    We've had 'fun' since. Just getting myself sorted to post it..Peace

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  18. Hi khumundu,

    Some juicy bits coming soon just for you!
    x

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  19. oh im so jazzed i will forever follow the stories they are so well said.I love your writing..and i love gay men infact i want a gay friend...though i am a bisexual gal

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