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The kinsmen
Posted October 30th, 2009 at 12:43 PM by jacob m mdari
If your #### causes you to sin, bite it off
In my profession as one can never have too many friends infact if it were practical and possible I would have a friend every a hundred kilometer from Nairobi to Cape Town, because while driving on these roads you never know when you will need a friend. About three years back, I had an accident just outside Francistown in Botswana. My overland truck was mangled so badly that passersby thought it had any survivors. Actually I was alone and when I was pulled out of the wreckage an hour later I met by stares of disbelieve and shock “Not even a scratch” I recall the police boss saying as the paramedics lay me on the stretcher. For next six days that I was in hospital, Joseph the police boss and his wife would visit me at least twice a day. They were convinced I had cheated death miraculously and saw it fit to hold prayers by my bedside at one point they brought what seemed to be the entire church into the ward. I did not mind, being far away from home and in a hospital bed, I needed all the distraction I could get, the accident had left me in shock and terribly home sick.
I was very happy when the doctors cleared me for transfer to Nairobi, at them same time I was sad to leave behind the love and care I was getting from the Josephs, my Botswana friends. I promised to visit them whenever I happened to be in Botswana.
My last visit to the Josephs reminded me of my childhood days, when it always seemed the wrong time to visit a playmate’s home. Back then we were always getting in trouble and our parents did not spare the whip, so every so often when you would go to get a friend from his house so that you could play, chances are you will find him being punished.
Joseph’s wife had convinced me to spend the night in their home as it was already dark and that increased the dangers on the road ahead. I am glad she did, I had been driving from Cape Town and I had only stopped twice, to fuel and at the boarder crossing I did not realize how tired I was till I fell asleep as I was waiting for dinner. I was woken up to have dinner, then went to bed straight away by then Joseph had not gotten home.
I don’t know what time Joseph returned home, but I was awoken by this frightful scream at around midnight, the scream was loud enough to stir the dead in their graves. I ran from the guest room, that was outside the main house to the main house where the scream seem to have originated from. By then several neighbors were at the door that was locked from inside, we forced it open. Joseph lay on his bedroom floor half naked, he had passed-out. His wife was seated on the bed with a blank expression and blood all over her face, in her hand she loosely held her husband’s ‘treasures’. It was then clear who had screamed and for what reasons.
A quick minded neighbour called the police, while another ran to fetch his car to get Joseph to hospital who was still bleeding but not as profusely as one would expect. We wrapped him in a bed sheet and carried him to a waiting car, his wife looked unrepentant as police led her to a waiting police car outside their house.
Luckily we had a brave soul amongst us, who was courageous enough to retrieve Joseph’s “thing” from his wife, if it were left up to me I would not have had the courage to retrieve Joseph’s missing body part. The sight of his ‘thing’ on her hand made me instinctively reach out to mine. I was relieved to feel it there, I could see others guys do the same.
It took the doctors less than an hour to confirm Joseph was out of danger. Shortly afterwards he was transferred from the ICU to the very bed that I had been using three years earlier. He seemed alright to me and even though he did not talk much he requested for water.
The police came to the hospital to record Joseph’s statement as the doctors explained the surgical procedure and the incident took a turn that left everyone perplexed. Had I not witnessed the damage his wife had caused between legs I would not have been shocked by the concern he showed in regard to his wife. When the police told him they have put her in custody, Joseph furiously accused them of being impetuous and always getting it all wrong. He refused to co-operate and to fill up police forms that would open a case against his wife, instead he demanded the police release his wife immediately so that she could come and nurse him. Talk of men’s complex variable, Joseph was indeed strange. He admitted it was his wife who had reaped-off his manhood but declined to say why she had done so. Outside his room, his neighbors and I could not help but revisit the incident that at first shocked us but was now turning comical. The big question was not why did his wife do it, but rather why was her husband protecting her after the harm she has caused him? Maybe the first reason why she did it caused her husband to protect her or he truly loved her, or the pain has affected his capacity to make a rational decision.
I got the answer when I got back to the house and a their long time house help shed the light. Joseph’s wife had done what she had done with the consent of her husband. Joseph seemed to extend his sexual urges beyond his marital bed and being a struggling Christian he knew his activities were in conflict with his faith and also he was exposing himself and his wife to mortal danger, after a heart-to-heart talk with his wife it was decided to cut-off the ‘offending’ body part that was leading him to err. Now like everyone in the neighborhood I am wondering did she have to use her teeth, don’t they have a pair of scissors or at least a knife?
In my profession as one can never have too many friends infact if it were practical and possible I would have a friend every a hundred kilometer from Nairobi to Cape Town, because while driving on these roads you never know when you will need a friend. About three years back, I had an accident just outside Francistown in Botswana. My overland truck was mangled so badly that passersby thought it had any survivors. Actually I was alone and when I was pulled out of the wreckage an hour later I met by stares of disbelieve and shock “Not even a scratch” I recall the police boss saying as the paramedics lay me on the stretcher. For next six days that I was in hospital, Joseph the police boss and his wife would visit me at least twice a day. They were convinced I had cheated death miraculously and saw it fit to hold prayers by my bedside at one point they brought what seemed to be the entire church into the ward. I did not mind, being far away from home and in a hospital bed, I needed all the distraction I could get, the accident had left me in shock and terribly home sick.
I was very happy when the doctors cleared me for transfer to Nairobi, at them same time I was sad to leave behind the love and care I was getting from the Josephs, my Botswana friends. I promised to visit them whenever I happened to be in Botswana.
My last visit to the Josephs reminded me of my childhood days, when it always seemed the wrong time to visit a playmate’s home. Back then we were always getting in trouble and our parents did not spare the whip, so every so often when you would go to get a friend from his house so that you could play, chances are you will find him being punished.
Joseph’s wife had convinced me to spend the night in their home as it was already dark and that increased the dangers on the road ahead. I am glad she did, I had been driving from Cape Town and I had only stopped twice, to fuel and at the boarder crossing I did not realize how tired I was till I fell asleep as I was waiting for dinner. I was woken up to have dinner, then went to bed straight away by then Joseph had not gotten home.
I don’t know what time Joseph returned home, but I was awoken by this frightful scream at around midnight, the scream was loud enough to stir the dead in their graves. I ran from the guest room, that was outside the main house to the main house where the scream seem to have originated from. By then several neighbors were at the door that was locked from inside, we forced it open. Joseph lay on his bedroom floor half naked, he had passed-out. His wife was seated on the bed with a blank expression and blood all over her face, in her hand she loosely held her husband’s ‘treasures’. It was then clear who had screamed and for what reasons.
A quick minded neighbour called the police, while another ran to fetch his car to get Joseph to hospital who was still bleeding but not as profusely as one would expect. We wrapped him in a bed sheet and carried him to a waiting car, his wife looked unrepentant as police led her to a waiting police car outside their house.
Luckily we had a brave soul amongst us, who was courageous enough to retrieve Joseph’s “thing” from his wife, if it were left up to me I would not have had the courage to retrieve Joseph’s missing body part. The sight of his ‘thing’ on her hand made me instinctively reach out to mine. I was relieved to feel it there, I could see others guys do the same.
It took the doctors less than an hour to confirm Joseph was out of danger. Shortly afterwards he was transferred from the ICU to the very bed that I had been using three years earlier. He seemed alright to me and even though he did not talk much he requested for water.
The police came to the hospital to record Joseph’s statement as the doctors explained the surgical procedure and the incident took a turn that left everyone perplexed. Had I not witnessed the damage his wife had caused between legs I would not have been shocked by the concern he showed in regard to his wife. When the police told him they have put her in custody, Joseph furiously accused them of being impetuous and always getting it all wrong. He refused to co-operate and to fill up police forms that would open a case against his wife, instead he demanded the police release his wife immediately so that she could come and nurse him. Talk of men’s complex variable, Joseph was indeed strange. He admitted it was his wife who had reaped-off his manhood but declined to say why she had done so. Outside his room, his neighbors and I could not help but revisit the incident that at first shocked us but was now turning comical. The big question was not why did his wife do it, but rather why was her husband protecting her after the harm she has caused him? Maybe the first reason why she did it caused her husband to protect her or he truly loved her, or the pain has affected his capacity to make a rational decision.
I got the answer when I got back to the house and a their long time house help shed the light. Joseph’s wife had done what she had done with the consent of her husband. Joseph seemed to extend his sexual urges beyond his marital bed and being a struggling Christian he knew his activities were in conflict with his faith and also he was exposing himself and his wife to mortal danger, after a heart-to-heart talk with his wife it was decided to cut-off the ‘offending’ body part that was leading him to err. Now like everyone in the neighborhood I am wondering did she have to use her teeth, don’t they have a pair of scissors or at least a knife?
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