The moderate whistling of the wind with the controlled swaying of the
trees apexes brought a wave of peace and harmony in the rain forest.
Morning sun had just almost done away with the evaporation of the water,
which its rays could reach, on and in the deep brown soil. Little vapour
was however rising in almost invincible wavy lines with the heat so moistly
and deep that anyone could have sweated.
Abruptly, a big hornbill flapped his wings disappearing into the green
cover of nature, in any rain forest. It was somehow normal in a matter
of minutes before a baboon appeared from nowhere swaying the big
branches. Some of them broke soundly due to the much water absorbed
on the last month; October. He then disappeared not even daring to set
a glance at his environment.
The small wind however turbulented the water pool in front of them.
Response came instantly with water moving in ripples to the edges of
the pool. Nothing more was expected to stir anything, except maybe the
tormenting sounds of their AK_47 rifles if ever they got lucky, that is
if they got a wilder beast to shoot at, or if leopards wanted human flesh
so deeply. It did not matter nevertheless, if ever he appeared, they could
perfect their shooting.
Hunting was an art they had practiced since their mid teen-age. Supposedly,
an inherited skill in each of them from their grandfather. Obviously
what they had spent their time doing every vacation, when
schools were closed down. So it was their hobby and their skills had suf-
ficed. They knew how to shoot, perfect shooting not at all mentioning
the laying of snares and the skinning of an animal. Earlier along they
had used bows and arrows, which the old man did not advise on. “An
arrow is a danger to a skin which we desperately need!”, he had repeated.
Of course for decoration and making of some traditional music instruments,
beds, sometimes the old “papa” making a traditional wear and
putting it or them on, out of the various animals’ skins.
“It’s a nice day buddies, isn’t it?”, Kaisi asked. The tallest, strongest and
the oldest of them all.
“Of course a brilliant midday to stir all the tsetse flies in this forest”.
Replied Jimo the kid as they had always called him. Being the youngest
among them steered some inferiority complex occasionally. Nobody permitted
Jimo to carry a riffle therefore he was being forced to lie beside
Kaisi as he shot at an animal in many cases. Jimo was the one who checked
on the snares every time.
“Life’s flowing happily in everything around us Kaisi. Can’t you see that
ever Jimo want to climb to the top of the tallest tree around and view
the deep green?” It was Moine with one of his humorous attacks.
All of them guffawed heartily making an echo, which died so far from
them. Silence feel upon them again but this time, a bit murderous. They
were ready against any game attack especially at that point in the forest
where dangerous carnivores habitated. Rifles ready and bows and
arrows singing from their build up shoulders. Water filled up their boots
as they crossed the small stream rapidly. Impatience swept trough their
thinking faculty as they went up the gentle escarpment like a hungry lioness
sprinting behind an antelope.
It was the way to their two snares. Squelches of their heavy boots took
over the nagging silence with huge water drops dripping momentarily
on their anoraks. Significantly, the canopy below which they walked and
had moved under many times before, had not completely gotten rid of
the last night’s rainwater. Tall trees far beyond the roof of the canopy
had not yet dried un making it a kind of water transfusion. Neither Kaisi
nor Jimo noticed. Not even Moine who hardly and effortlessly focused
his big eye irises in front as if the soil would wear off and leave them a
vacant space wound out of nowhere in front of them.
The path snaked eastwards and the canopy squatted low and low. This
made them stop at first and then crawl. Their hands groped the cold wetness
on the dead leaves, which lay a top each other making a natural
layer – just a thick mattress. Two shallow trenches appeared when the
last Crawler had taken cover. A loud fatal roar had raised high their blood
pressures activating their adrenalin. They waited. It came a bit louder
again and again tormenting their eardrums like a powerful blast.
“Flat on the ground!”, Kaisi shouted with his finger on the trigger and
lying on a comfortable gun point but totally carried away by fear.
“Harrr… Harrr…”. The roar again but this time in a motion-high velocity
“Kid! Test an arrow or your muscles will be munched fully like a birthday
cake!” It was Moine, who was the first to spot the fierce cub running
towards their hiding place. Sometimes he was lucky to kill instantly
with the fist aim with his hands shaking the way they were but sincerely,
he couldn’t for then, they couldn’t take a strong grip of the already
wet rifle. The cub was a killing step in milli-seconds towards him, eyes
sharp, so sharp not to lose a glance at its prey and so eager to taste and
drink some human fuel to the last drop.
“It’s a bit loose Moine, furthermore perfection is highly called for!” The
kid shouted! “Why not lose one bullet to attain one skin, which we desperately
need?” He added stressing the last phrase in a sarcastic tone.
“No time for games or any senseless joke kid! He’s fully almost onto
me now!” Moine said unable to control his always-cool voice.
Kaisi’s bullet thundered cutting the directionless conversation short but
it was one of his greatest misses as the bullet went over the running cub’s
head. No one could believe as they could see danger lurking above them
on a very weak branch and the wind so violent and determined to tear
it off. All of them sat transfixed with their mouths wide open like the
hell’s gate when a sinner dies.
“Four!… three!… two!… on…”, but he couldn’t finish his counting. He
already had had one powerful hurl from the game’s fore-legs before the
counting was over. No sooner had the lion gotten rid of Moine’s voice
than he started rolling him over and over powerfully trying to get its teeth
on his bare face. Moine couldn’t lift his leg, the left leg, easily. So com-
fortably the knife lay with its blade shining, ready for duty however hard
it may be. He couldn’t withdraw his hands from its furry neck. Danger!
Of which no one could least entertain. The cub’s saliva started dripping
on his anorak repetitively making every drop sound bigger and malicious.
So energetic trying to push its head towards his chest but it was
too late as an arrow swished from the bush and got into its body making
the cub fall in a thud. Moine breathed deeply as the other two came
fearfully to where he lay. Scene of blood on his hands brought out the
catastrophe of the whole episode. Reality. It was real to the last bit. Of
course none of them had fathomed it out as being serious although
Moine knew the stress it forced into his mind. Another new experience
and a skin of a lion cub.
“You believe now Jimo?” Kaisi asked. At least you were accurate this
time and you got the intruder on the neck!
“Noone can stand the scene of his brother draining into the deepest gallows
of the Blue Nile”, commented Jimo, “another millisecond wasted
would have gotten Jimo into the tomb”.
“Cant you just stop your nonsense now?!” Moine spoke, the first time
since the cub died. He stood up and collected his rifle hang it on his shoulder
and went forward. Jimo and Kaisi followed reluctantly exchanging
glances in a blaffing manner.
Unlucky enough on Moine’s side but a bit lucky on their side. Snare number
one had caught an antelope. A big one who started struggling with
the synthetic chod when he saw them approaching. Aesthetically, he
pushed his whole bulk to one side in his last effort of rescue. Nothing
yielded for the antelope. Nothing against the trapper’s wisdom could have
set him free. A few seconds passed before he stilled and gave the three
gigantic creatures that stood a few yards from him an innocent look. It
passed away un-noticed as the shortest one stooped and removed a
knife which had been expertly tied with his boot laces. He stooped forward
grinning. Mister antelope could’t stand the scene of the glittering
blade, which wagged on the hunter’s right hand grip. Nevertheless, he
had to curb his nerves to welcome the last bits of life and the last pockets
One life was forced out of an innocent antelope by the hunter and his
bloodthirsty knife – four eyes watching happily as the steel blade dug
deeply into the deep brown skin. Blood trickled out of its veins and arteries
like countless distributaries drawing Water from a Lake.
“Pass on the knife Mr. Butcher! Or you want to skin the soil Jimo?” Kaisi
asked having been deeply drawn into the kid’s slaughtering that he
wished he had started it.
“I wish I had existed before the dinosaurs became extinct. I could have
been a skilled skinner. From what I hear, the animal was too big that
you could have started slaughtering it from the back without it noticing
or even entering into its stomach, scooping out some flesh, packing it
in a sisal bag and getting out through the same mouth that you entered,
when it slept”. Jimo said although Moine and Kaisi had almost fell to
the ground by the time he finished, laughter!
“Drop it!”, Moine said with laughter interrupting his fluency. “I still doubt
the writer who put that information about dinosaurs down. Kaisi, do you
think man had fully evolved? Furthermore, no one is there to believe
any narrator who stands up and start talking about perfect than men. I
think they controlled men. Art of writing had not yet been discovered.
Maybe carbon dating proves it but don’t you think the early man’s tools,
which were discovered, weren’t stones fragmented by some natural
forces like weathering? But why in Africa? Yes it’s the cradle of man
but cant we just say that these tools were used before the arrival of white
faces? We hadn’t gotten any technology then!”, Maine said.
“Lets call it a lesson as you may end up sloping out the bones of Charles
Darwin for questioning!” The kid.
Rays of the afternoon sun filtered through the canopy at interval making
different figures on the leaves on the ground. As they went, the path
became thinner and thinner. Branches had grown towards it from both
sides across wanting to make a natural grip of green. Some yellowed
leaves hanging on them made the whole aura appear like an orange plantation
at the start of ripening. Definitely, most of them wanted to shake
hands with the fireball of burning gases. Millions of miles up to enable
them photosynthesize not at all quoting the absorption of green ray
from the sun to give them chlorophyll. Some of them were loose leaves;
highly wanting to fall off and decay other than hung loosely on stems
with insufficient supplies. It was easy however for them as they effortlessly
plucked off and swirled in air and felt peacefully as Moine shook
them. Each one of them had his right hand lifted to keep off the hanging
apexes from tormenting their faces, especially their eyes.
Two weeks had passed since they had last visited trap number two
meaning that plants-branches, had overgrown rapidly. But October is a
rain month and plants sprints up when they take in some water at nights
and controlled sunlight during the day.
“Aren’t we headed to ‘Wanuis’ compartment or to the land where Lucifer
crucifies those who disrespect him?”, Kaisi asked.
‘Wanui’ had frightened so many people as it was said. For many years,
fear had enveloped many people’s vein whenever they visited the deepest
portion of the forest. He wasn’t an animal or evil whatsoever; he was
human being who nobody knew his origin not even why he had chosen
to reside in the forest. His whole body was hairy specifically; hair covered
his whole body as in from the head to toe so it was a shock to confront
him. Animals had grown used to him for supposedly, he had acquired
some of their instincts making his whole life simple. Who can
spend years alone in some very harsh conditions without speaking to
someone? Harsh conditions? Yes, the weather. It was always so so cold
under those big trees in times of rain, fog and mists. But Wanui ate well
which highly made his body adapt. Meat made his daily food and it was
always said that an antelope was his breakfast and lunch. Supper was
not quoted in his mind whenever he caught a wilder beast in the morning.
“Footsteps guys, suppose someone had been here before us?”, Moine
asked pointing at an exposed portion where maybe a nocturnal had dug
a hole throwing too much soil on the leaves, dead leaves.
They were not so small, not even so big but they had been made by some
heavy military boots not a long moment ago. Only the left one appeared
on the soil, which clearly signified that the intruder or whoever he was,
inside there was watching them if ever he was interested. Maybe he was
on his way to where none of them could guess. Everyone was deeply
interested in ignoring it.
“Its Wanuis!”, Jimo exclaimed. His small echo passed undisturbed.
“He doesn’t put on shoes, you fool!”, it was true what Kaisi said. The
remnant of the Mau Mau guerrillas strolled bare feet. He had been luckily
spared by the white man’s lead as all of his gang members had been
torn apart by the blasts of some merciless bullets. He didn’t know when
the revolution took place us being left alone lingering from corner to
corner in there. There had been rumours that he had gone over his past
due to a bullet wound at his hip.
“Those ropes have been untied! Can’t you two see these big steps here?
You can also note that a dog had been present. A hound perhaps!” Bewilderment
was on Moine’s eyes as he said that.
“Hunters are becoming interested in these portion?”, Jimo asked, much
of disapproval than a question.
“Someone is up to some hide and seek. A big stump has just shown up
in our smooth road”. But it was all Moine said as an arrow shot out of
nowhere and pierced through his chest from the back. Its force made
his knees loose and synovial fluid absorbed the whole shock as his hard
knees made two depressions as he fell. His body became green within
a swerve of a duck’s tail making him appear like a statue with some fungal
plants like Moses and algae. The undergrowth surrounded his knees
and body simultaneously as his life forced its way out of him.
The carcass lay just next to Kaisi’s legs. A big stain of red appeared from
the path of the arrow’s prickle and vigorously transformed into a stream
of blood, which rapidly rinsed its brown anorak and his blue jeans pair
Ten seconds were not over. Everything seemed to take a drastic change.
Fifteen yards from the corpse, just behind their stand, Kaisi and Jimo’s,
a dark figure in a black anorak moved. If any one of the two stranded
figures turned he could have seen its boots with a green military trouser
tucked in them. It put its back into its quiver. He had removed it from
its place in case the first one was a mess. It then moved comfortably to
its right barricading its body behind a thicket, which screened a big trunk
of a mahogany tree. Certain that nobody saw it; it removed a pistol from
its anoraks pocket and another one from its holster on the gun belt tied
tightly on the waist. Slowly, it removed a green handkerchief and wiped
some tiny water drops on his quiver then set it aside. From its trousers
pocket, it’s removed a small parcel tied in a black polythene paper. It
unwrapped the polythene paper slowly and from it, a brown matchbox
like package emerged. It removed four tiny bullets from it and put two
in each pistol then put the pistols in the holsters on its gun belt on both
sides, right and left, before closing the ‘match box’ rewrapping it and
putting it back into the pocket. It drew in a deep breath with eyes fully
closed and meditated. Then it removed a black object from it’s pocket,
scrutinized it before it put it in its mouth. it’s only a thick headed fool
who couldn’t make out what made such a sound. Only an imbecile
wouldn’t know that a whistle had been blown!
Confusion swept through their nerves as they squatted one at a time. They
exchanged some ironic glances before Jimo spoke, “a whistle, isn’t it
Kaisi? We have got to elude our terminators!”
Kaisi didn’t speak, instead, he stretched his right hand fully and parted
Jimo’s lap. “Lets join our fingers brother, its different ways now. Lets
bet we’ll meet again alright kid, its our life and you have to sprint for
None of them waited for the malicious arrow of the unknown assassin
to wedge through them. Jimo fled to his left and Kaisi straight forward.
Their rifles swung rhythmically to each cheetahs like sprint and swiftly
vanished behind Jimo after he knocked his whole bulk against a tree
trunk in his attempt to escape. He didn’t notice, neither did he care even
if the tree felt.
Kaisi skidded and thudded on the ground with his buttocks greeting the
soil first. It was a steep relief which accelerated his slide downwards
piercing through some oversize undergrowth fiercely like a glacier erosion
luckily, his right leg stepped on a stump ahead of him, but it was
greatly rotten away that it broke to release the strain he caused on its
weak grains. It made him move forward again and this time, it caught
him between his legs. A searing pain moved through him as his private
parts were blasted unaware.
Jimo and Kaisi were out of sight. A bit far from their hunter for of course
no one, not even a soldier, could withstand a poisoned arrow. But far
then within half an hour, two life’s had been taken and some other two
were fleeing free, them.
Six figures uncovered from their hidings when the second whistle went.
Their heavy military boots made a mocking stampede, which somehow
sounded fatal. “No! Go… No! Go!” They sounded their hands tightly
gripping some very heavily built sniffer dogs.
The dogs, almost being dragged behind them sniffed at their masters’
boots occasionally straightening their ears and wagging their furry tails
as sign of instincts. All of them paraded around their master who squatted
beside Moine’s corpse. His eyes bulbs were expressionless as he gave
a warrior’s scrutiny on the blood rinsed body. The six watched eagerly
when he opened the petrol container and started spilling it on the corpse.
Controllably, he stood up, faced each of them momentarily then grinned
From his anoraks pocket, he removed a pack of champion cigarettes,
took one out and put it between his lips. He set on a matchstick then
threw backward over his shoulder when he had lit his tobacco. A yellow
greenish blaze was what took in Moine’s remnants. Mercilessly.
“Skip one boys!”, the leader said. “Its now three minus one, lets go now!”
Seven men parted ways following their dogs who moved at a scuttle with
their heads bent. No one spoke, not even dared to for it would have created
alertness to the fugitive. All of them moved briskly but in a tiptoeing
manner riffles tightly held and fingers timely on the triggers. A moment
of silence overtook their realm but was soon stirred by some faint steps
of dogs and men as one dog picked the fleers direction.
Scuttles broke into sprints as the ‘hounds of blood’ ate space between
them and the escapists. Deep and deep into the forest they went clouding
the air around their faces with their rapid breaths. Their faint steps
had been transformed into tramps. A big run to try and keep un with the
paces of their dogs. Sweat trickled through the eyes openings on their
black masks. “Stop!”
It was their Leader’s voice. Every one of them became transfixed at the
shock of the fatal command. “One of us is sprawling on the ground, he’s
got an arrow in his bowels! Come here all of you!”, he’d continued.
“Oh… ouch!”, was all the dying man said before his whole flesh became
still, his breath ceased and his heart beat died. The six ‘blood hounds’
watched expressionlessly. None of them squatted beside. They all knew
the procedure. Petrol was removed from one of the heavy bags they carried.
As usual, the living dead got a flesh bath of it before a big flame
and a smell of seathing flesh fancied him. A long while ago, a hunter
was hunted instead and was roasted into ashes. Blood hound number
one was gone. Under the cover of the deep green, just in front of God’s
very eyes, a third life was taken.
“He’s rested men. So you don’t worry your cerebrums out! The hunt is
still on commence. It was a short practical on how some pre-mature hunting
gets the hunters unaware. Lets go now! He’s near here, please yourselves”,
the leader said.
Nobody paid attention as the five of them had been conquered by the
barking of one of their dogs, some metres from them but into the thicket.
They knew not where exactly but it was worth a try to search. It was
in front of them. The motion of the other dogs signified it. Soon, the thundering
of their barks just like the devil’s parade brought a miasma of
fear in everybody’s vessels. Adrenalins’ levels, in all the men, including
the fugitive who was on top of a tree, rose. All men took cover though
the dogs noticed nothing.
Someone is up to some hide and seek! The man on the tree recalled the
clear voice of Moine. Though totally shaking, he was biased to risk. No
soldier could give up so easily. Some little nerve would do it. If all the
dogs died, no one could trace him, even if they could, no one would get
to his partner. Totally prepared he was to lose his life but not alone. He
has to compensate for his and Moines life. He had taken Moine revenge
by an arrow, perfectly.
“Shoot instantly!”, he heard the six say. Vis-à-vis them, he had taken
cover too with instantly being the word. Comfortably on a twig, he pointed
his rifle downwards and within a second, bullets fell down on the dogs
like fire on Sodom and Gomorrah during Lot’s time.
Luckily enough, he took four dogs and got one on the leg.
In agony, the hurt dog bark tormented everyone’s ear drum but a bullet
tied his tongue in one very powerful blast. All of them listened as echoes
died far beyond their hiding places. Plus three, in the same aura, five
more lives left their bearers.
“His bullets have run out! Ha! Ha!”, someone commented.
“Lets prove that otherwise our courage could make us past tense like
our spaniels if the nincompoop has one left. Have you forgotten about
that Mr. Everest-Like-Man called Goliath and the Grain-of-sand-likeboy
called Daudi?”, another one said cocking his gun and lying at an
uneasy gunpoint. He closed on eye and aimed at the tree.
“Shoot fast otherwise we will have some grafts put to your buttocks like
some calico patches. You wont fancy that mister, will you?” The vexed
leader asked gritting his teeth and tapping his thumb on his rifle.
Luckily, Kaisi had seen him long before he had started shooting. He did
not shake a bit as he lifted his bow with an arrow set towards the lying
A arrow swished in air perfectly that the shooting man didn’t even realize
what had split his cranium into two, through the face. He let go of
the gun undeniably not accepting what had happened but all in all, he
has gone. Three plus five plus one.
Concentration in all the five men did not allow them to pay attention to
the corpse. Everything around absorbed the nagging sounds of gunfire.
Five men against one with an added advantage of dogs. Disastrous, especially
to the young man screened by green leaves who did not even
know why he was being hunted. It had turned our to be serious some
minutes ago when he had seen dogs.
Violently, something hit the branch on which he was sitting. In turn his
body swirled in air like a tiny leaf exposed to the desert winds. Ten metres
to the ground but such a speed would break anybody’s spine. His
didn’t break whatsoever when he hit the ground. Shock absorbed by the
decaying leaves layers had helped him. However, he wasn’t lucky, the
thud was too big for him to withstand. Moderately, his eyelashes shook
hands, all in all, Kaisi passed out. And passed out forever.
Deep down the narrow path, Jimo ran. Fat drops of sweat dripped on
his already sweat rinsed anorak. He dared not look back although the
faint sound of gunfire reached him.
A drizzle started spattering on the tree leaves as darkness enveloped the
green in one very powerful wave that even the fleeing man didn’t notice.
An added advantage, he thought even if he was sure the men after
him had torches. But torches on their hands would make his arrow per-
fect if ever they reached him. Jimo hadn’t seen the dogs but as the
whimper grew into a bark almost a kilometre from him, awareness
nagged at him.
He still had time to run even if he knew not where. Forest hadn’t been
one of his favourite at night.
The bark drifted closer and closer as he ran faster and faster. Certainly
he knew he’d lose if he delayed a bit. Water was dogs’ one greatest enemy
for he couldn’t have his instinct picked on. One thing was clear to
him and that is ‘Ngoce’ river was a short distance from him. He could
swim if ever he got there.
A heavy weight hurled itself against his back. Pushing him on the
ground. One of the hunter’s spaniels! He couldn’t see him nevertheless.
Jimo was sure that a moment wasted would steer him into a lion den.
Only a faint back of the dog was beard as Jimo’s sharp blade dug into
its neck. He hadn’t taken five yards forward when a strong torch beam
and a loud sound stopped him. Another one appeared from the front blindening
his eyes. Last breath, he thought when some other running steps
neared them. Deep breaths conquered as everyone tried to stabilize their
Some minutes dragged by un-meddled before the leader spoke. “You
can go now Jimo! But where. You should be on your knees repenting
now before a very big flame swallow you!”
“Do I have to die?”, Jimo asked unable to conceal his courage. His fingers
on his heavy bag. He’d drop it. A moment passed. His bow, quiver
and rifle lay on the leaves in front of him. They couldn’t help him.
A deep thud of his bag conquered the hunters’ attention that they did
not at once note that Jimo had fled. Their faces shifted from him and
lay on his big bag on the ground. Soon they faced him. Shooting perfection,
all of them thought as they aimed their guns at him and shot.
The force on him thrust him forward. He had neared the river and all he
could have done was to jump into the frothing water. But a force of lead
assisted him into it due to his great weight.
The hunters’ hunters laughed sarcastically. They placed rifles on their
shoulders and went waste, a job perfectly done although one of them
knew well. Well that he was spotless as nothing else in this world would
prove that he had raped the seven years old girl and killed her. Only the
three knew and all of them were gone.
The night breeze warmed the water, which in turn warmed the hands of
‘kagori the farmer’. His hands became clean. He stood up ready to go
but a black speck moved near him moderately. He waited, not sure
whether to touch it or to let it go. Nothing of such kind had ever passed
there before and maybe; it was a bag carrying gold. But why at night?
He wondered stooping and grabbing it. It was heavy. A magnificent grin
was on his lips as he pulled it up to his astonishment, he pulled out of
the water an unconscious body of Jimo.
He knew him though not clearly but he’d know better when the bullet
was out of his left shoulder. All he didn’t know was that the door,
through which he came out couldn’t be seen with some naked human
eyes. So so! Microscopic. An eye of a needle. But the villagers still danced
to the tune of the music instruments Jimo’s grandpa made. That night.