Posted: May 3, 2013 by ketihapa in Crime, Death, Love, Marriage, Police, Relationships, Smoking
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A smile is a powerful thing

You asked for the sequel. I present part II of In Pursuit of Redemption.

He sits nervously in the chair in the waiting room, nervous; anxious even and he wishes he had the cigarette he threw away the night before to calm his nerves. The stares do not help; in fact, all they do is make him feel more miserable. Only the soft leather of the expensive seat he sits on seems to give him a little warmth. But at least, a little of the guilt he felt last night is gone.

He looks down at his hands and knows there is no other way. He’s still in the same clothes he wore last night. The hand cuffs around his wrists glimmer in the bright lights of the hospital waiting room, but regardless, all he feels is a sense of freedom. He knows neither the two policemen on either side of him, or anyone else for that matter, would understand.

To the world, he’s a criminal that attempted murder. In fact, the woman who just passed where they’re seated just a while ago proved it. One look at him and she got hold of her son’s hand. Like the guns the policemen have with them wouldn’t be enough to assure her of security. People can be so judgemental, he decides. The law does stipulate he’s innocent till he’s proven guilty after all. None of that matter to him right now however.

He remembers sharply the events of the previous night and how they unfolded. Almost like a movie. The police probably think he’s the dumbest criminal still alive. None of them could understand how anyone in his right senses could just walk into a police station when they’re being sought after. Especially for murder. Well, in his case attempted murder.

He’d staggered all the way from his house in Ngara to the Central Police Station, so drunk his president Uhuru would befriend him; not caring or fearing that anyone would jump him along the way. Just as he was about to turn himself in, a call rang on his cell phone. A certain doctor Kimana from the Nairobi Hospital, saying that his wife had barely survived a stab wound and that she wanted to see him.

Of course the wonderful doctor that saved his wife’s life didn’t know then he had been the ‘bugger’, as he’d called him, that had stabbed his wife and left her for dead in his best friend’s house.

But, a police lady had recognized him at the station and he had been cuffed. Thankfully, the police inspector he’d found on duty had agreed to allow him see his wife, supervised of course, at the hospital. He, of all people, saw the hurt and regret in his eyes. And that is the reason he was now sitting in a hospital waiting room, with two policemen on either side of him holding guns, bearing the hushed sounds and the stares from everyone around him.

Just then, a young doctor, whom Alfred assumes is the Doctor Kimana, walks towards them. He doesn’t bother hiding the disgust in his face. Alfred knows it’s finally time for his most dreaded moment; it is time to see his wife. No words are needed. He motions for them to follow him and he leads them to room 48. Alfred takes a deep breath.

The sight of his wife lying on the bed in bandages and a drip that leads to the needle sticking in her left arm almost breaks him to pieces all over again. He feels her anguish; her pain. It’s true what they say. You lose a part of yourself whenever you take a soul. Yet, when she sees him she smiles. A weak smile, but a smile that is full of love and hope nonetheless.

She tries to lift her arm to call him out, but she’s too weak for that. He sees it anyway and takes a step forward. And another. And another, till he’s standing two feet from her bed. She takes his hand and cups it in her grip, the strength of which astonishes him. She’s pulls him closer to herself and when their faces are almost touching, she plants a kiss on his forehead. It is a kiss full of love and concern. Alfred feels the tears trickling down his face and his heart shatters into a million pieces with guilt. He fails to understand whatever the hell he was thinking to hurt her. He makes up his mind to forgive her cheating.

They both know they wont have any time alone. He’s a criminal afterall.

“I am sorry…,” is all he manages to say.

She nods her head and smiles yet again. That smile. That same smile was what had drawn him to her in the very first place. He hopes she finds it in her to forgive him.

He takes one last look at her and turns his head away from her, unable to bear it anymore. He starts walking away, but if he’d turn around the look he’d see on her face would tell him she forgives him. The guards follow him, never more than three feet behind him, their hands on their triggers in case he attempts anything stupid.

Finally, he knows he’s ready to face the judge; to face justice, and his inevitable fate. He takes one last look at the room he’s left his wife… and into the rain pouring outside towards the police car awaiting them…

  1. kendy says:

    Am lost for words..
    It almost brought tears to my eyes. Intresting.

  2. lyndapepper says:

    I love!!

  3. ketihapa says:

    I love you too linda… your blogpost, The Quickie, gave me the inspiration i needed to write this 🙂

  4. mits says:

    awesome dude…..part three?

  5. yusrray says:

    Aww this story is very emotional & amazing this real or a movie in the making? i’d love to read part 3..

  6. lyndapepper says:

    nkt..u shouldnt have put that ‘your blogpost part”. I was dancing already.Your welcome though. Bring that part 3, we have waited for far too long.

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