Kivuva opened the gate
Kivuva is a man of
‘God’ He understood that Maria- she of calloused palms- needed kufunguliwa njia. Kivuva is an ardent pursuer of
enlightenment. He was a man devoted to break all barriers. Kivuva was an
unrelenting believer in the light. He had an unshakable conviction that he
could open Maria’s path to the culmination of marital bliss. Marital bliss
illuminated by one big ‘O’ after ‘another big O’. Maria-she of the calloused
palms- drove him crazy. Encounter after encounter, Maria Kept blessing him with
joy and the miracle of excitement.
Had Kivuva kept a
journal, it would have been the very testimony against him the moment he
appeared before Saint Peter. Now, that would have been a very serious issue for
he held entrance into the pearl gates in great awe. While asleep or awake he dreamt of the golden
streets and winged angels. He dreamt of
times he would serve in the heavenly kitchen. Kivuva was a man of ‘God.’
The encounters
increased by the day. Maria- she of the calloused arms – had tasted and grown
attached to the man of ‘God.’ A times it
would be by the banana grove behind the pastors house. A times, they preached
the gospel of illicit union leant against the lectern. It was bliss, it was wow.
Kivuva our pastor loved this kufungua
njia missions. He literary loved them. Whenever he sat preparing his
sermon, she was always there. Maria was not to be left behind, Maria- she of
the calloused palms- dreamt of their meetings. It was an obsession, it was
sick, it was raw, it was life. Kivuva had it all. The word was roger!
Something to silence
the village busybodies happened. Maria, the barren one started growing. Many a
woman who had scorned her for her barrenness appreciated her. They knew, for they always know, her husband
had scored. BULLS EYE. Many a woman had chided her for inability to give birth.
She was the new miracle in the village. It is true that ‘God works in
mysterious ways’
The
pregnancy was uneventful for it was by the actions of a man of ‘God.’ Her
husband was beyond himself in joy. He was, for the first time witnessing and partaking
in ‘God’s’ miracles. All days spent fasting and nights of kesha had been answered. Those who knew him noticed a new spring in
his stride. At last the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob had heard him. He
always knew and now affirmed that, those who believe in ‘God’ shall never want.
She was busy with her
non Kivuva related business when her water broke. Being her first time she
really did not know what was happening to her. She was working at Mayu’s farm harvesting French beans. She
whispered to her neighbour about her predicament. The lady, being a talented
woman who had given birth nine times whispered to her,” ni kooka.” (It’s time)
Before
they could lay a solid strategy on how to skive work and get a full day’s pay,
the pangs rode in. They rode in mules and donkeys kicking vigorously. She was
in unspeakable pain. The women around her new the ways of labour and delivery.
If Jesus was born in a cowshed what about this new life? It was nothing new.
They created a comfortable banana leaf bed as they waited for the next miracle.
Maria pushed; bit her
lower lip, stomached pain, Maria hurt. It was painful; it was the stuff horror
feeds on.
At last, the new being
landed, crying for all its worth. An experienced woman took the new life in her
arms, cut the umbilical cord with her sickle and relaxed. A voice was heard
from one of the women, “those ears, that nose… do not belong to her Husband.”
Maria smiled for she knew; ‘the man of God’ had opened her womb.
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Big O is orgasm
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