The Road to Double Murder: Nyambu’s Hunt for Mapepe: Part 5

When she landed in Sweden in 2004, Nyambu carried the demeanor of any average Kenyan girl whose arrival in Sweden marked the ultimate search for greener pastures. She was young, cute, friendly, outgoing, ambitious very social and ready to go. In Kenyan parlance, Nyambu belonged to the 8-4-4 generation widely famous for lapping plenty of free KCC milk which was pioneered by former President Daniel arap Moi to curb rampant emaciation among primary school kids, chronic malnutrition and kwashiorkor, treatable diseases which were, by then, threatening to wipe out a whole generation of Kenyans especially in marginalized rural areas. During the late 90s, members of this generation started arriving in Sweden after fleeing from the social, economic and political crisis in which Baba Moi had plunged the country. Just like Nyambu, they had finished their education and, with nothing to do in Kenya, they became airborne to try and start new lives abroad instead of wasting away in Kenya.

Once she landed in turbulent Kenya-Stockholm, Nyambu quickly camouflaged herself as a university student pursuing Political Science at Stockholm University. This cover was very effective because her personality had all the ingredients of a newly arrived student on some kind of scholarship. Apart from her urban mien and tough-girl attitude, Nyambu had the ability to engage in an average intellectual discourse and even differ in principle, a unique quality which was deficient in many of her 8-4-4 contemporaries. Secondly, Nyambu’s analysis of Kenyan politics was informed by a substantial amount of background detail and, by Kenyan standards, a cursory evaluation of her views on politico-socio-economic issues at both the domestic and international levels could easily see her pass with a grade “B”.

Unfortunately, these impressive qualities alone are usually insignificant when excavating the rough terrains of Mapepe where for best results, an average intellectual capacity may have to be augmented with a degree of dexterity and a well worked-out strategy. In her chosen approach, Nyambu understood that she needed to wire a romantic relationship with a bachalero in order to address her mapepe dilema. Once she arrived at this conclusion, she hit the road for the big hunt, not for Mr. Right but for the elusive Mr. Mapeps.

To lay her trap, Nyambu joined an active network of Kenya-Stockholm’s 8-4-4 generation which, predictably, accepted her without much ado. This network has “very high standards” for accepting new members but Nyambu had no qualms because her feathers were the same as those of birds that crowded the network. For example, a member of the network must be familiar with the “high society disco joints” in Stockholm such as Berns, Spy Bar, Biblios and other “celebrity” hide-outs located at Stureplan and its environs. For this reason, the network is sometimes referred to as the “Spy-bar network”. As a member of the network, one has to be able to talk about these entertainment joints in ordinary conversations to be distinguished as a non Vasa Temple shenanigan more famous for begging for both beers and masigara ovyo ovyon instead of ordering Konjakto and smoking Cuban cigars.

Another feature of network members is that you have to don expensive clothes (trademarks), buy expensive furniture (even if your wallet has a big hole), throw house parties where network members can come and indulge (as they sample stuff you surround yourself with), look smart, flashy, hip-hop-like and trendy. In summary, members of this network have their own version of life in Kenya-Stockholm and every member is always under pressure to live up to expectation. Owning a car within the network is recognized as a mark of success while members are encouraged to “talk big” about businesses they own (in Stockholm or in Kenya) or the ventures they are chasing (even if these talks are only figments of the imagination). If you are a member with nothing impressive to report, you could rant about those imaginary plots you own in Kenya and the residential flats under construction which will soon yield millions of Kenyan shillings within just a period of five years to enable you to purchase a Lamborghini (talk about castles in the air). In fact, you can be sure that someone will throw a toss for good luck in your Lamborghini pursuit as swallowing goes on. It is this superficial network where Nyambu found a sense of belonging and where she launched her campaign for Mapeps.

Sadly, it is also in this same network where Nyambu began “kuhanywa round the clock” by a series of network members who exploited her “mapepe vulnerability” during drinking sprees at house parties. Boy after boy lured her to bed with fake mapepe promises which she easily swallowed before opening up the goods for all-night consumption. Within a short span, she had winded up in at least four open relationships and harvested four hard disappointments because all the mhanyo sessions left her paperless. Interestingly, two of the very dudes who cheated and frustrated Nyambu during her mapepe hunting are the same blokes who began spreading propaganda that Nyambu had murdered her kids because of commentators at KSB! These were open relationships and KSB did not need to investigate much.

Romantic merry-go-round that altered Nyambu’s mentality
The first dude to lure Nyambu to his silver-coated double bed was “Dixie Paul”. Watching from a safe distance as they danced on the floor, arms to arms, chest to chest and lips to lips, Nyambu and Dixie formed the perfect couple and everybody cheered when news went round that they were eventually in each other’s arms. A house party was quickly thrown at Dixie’s residence to celebrate the sweet union. However, after consuming Nyambu’s goods for many months, Dixie dumped her abruptly, just as he had picked her abruptly. Nyambu was shocked because she was dumped at a time when her instincts informed her that it was the right time to play the Mapepe card since they were head over heels with the boy having been well domesticated between her legs!

According to sources, Nyambu had apparently began pressing the “red button” known to open doors to the Immigration department, arguing that her love had been held hostage by her paperless status. Unknown to Nyambu was the fact that Dixie was already eying another chick whom he later hooked up with immediately after dumping Nyambu. Despite her physical appeal and sweet charms, Dixie disentangled himself from the relationship. The boy is said to be so money minded that observers had predicted that he was unlikely to fuse with Nyambu who was not only paperless but also jobless and desperate. In any case, romantic relationships within the network are usually viewed as replicas of superficial relationships witnessed on the popular TV program, “Glamour”, where love is treated as a “come easy, go easy” phenomenon.

A KSB contact said that when the relationship collapsed, Nyambu was very disappointed with the break-up because she had invested a lot of time and effort to impress the dude and her impression was that the project was doing well. In the process of focusing on Dixie, Nyambu had turned down “Sly Danbar” another dude in the network who was very interested in her. Nyambu was more into Dixie because the dude was apparently more handsome, ambitious, young and very stylish. For Nyambu, Dixie did not just qualify as Mr. Mapeps. He also fitted the bill as her perfect Mr. Right whom she had all along been dreaming about. It is rumoured that if wishes were horses, Nyambu could have wedded the dude for real and this was why the disappointment was huge when they broke up violently. Nevertheless, life had to continue. Feeling dejected and not knowing what to do, Nyambu began to send signals to Sly Danbar who did not hesitate to pose as the ultimate savior aka Jesus Karast!

According to an agent active in the network, Sly Danbar took Nyambu in his arms “to console her” and to investigate if he could be of any help. Secretly, Danbar apparently knew that Nyambu’s agenda was mapepe while he had not forgiven her for ignoring him in favour of Dixie’s fireworks. Instead of being honest with her, Danbar saw an opportunity to consume the fleshy goods he had been admiring for a long time, promising to solve Nyambu’s “every problem”. When Nyambu began to stretch her hand in the direction of the “red button” linked to Immigration department, Danbar also began to disengage until the relationship broke up in yet another bitter separation which altered Nyambu’s way of thinking forever.

Enter Playboy
Nyambu felt used and, according to a contact, she even equated herself with a slut. She apparently cried for many hours, not because she was heart-broken, but because she was making miscalculations and postponing the solution to a crisis that was at the very heart of her existence. She reflected on her romantic life and blamed herself for always being unable to get one honest man whose word she could rely on. She was perplexed with one question: while the men appeared to have fallen for her head over heels, they always jumped off unexpectedly. After being ballooned by a man who was rejected by her mother back in Kenya, and who quit the relationship soon after her baby was born, she had now concluded two relationships in Stockholm within a very short time. The break-up with Danbar was significant because it was after this experience that Nyambu began to have a second opinion about members of the “Spybar network”.

Specifically, Nyambu was disappointed because no one was trying to intervene when the men in the network were using her for sexual pleasure then dumping her after promising to help her with her key problem – mapepe. If the relationships could end up with mapepe, she could have been at peace being hanyad day and night, even without being loved. Her personal crisis was that while the men were getting what they wanted, she was always walking away empty handed. Another problem was that every break-up left her at a worse position because since the relationships were known, she was afraid that she may have been building the profile of a bitch. Likewise, she was bitter with the ladies in the network who knew her tribulations but whom, she thought, enjoyed her mistreatment by vicious men. Instead of consoling her and giving her direction, the ladies blamed her for spreading out her legs “too soon” to every Wangombe, Wambuzi and Wakuku. The ladies viewed her more as an immature girl who had no experience with men and who thought that every man who smiled or said “you look pretty” was in love.

It is at this point that Nyambu began to turn against members of the network and to talk shit about them with other members. She felt let down by both men and women in a network she so much loved to associate with. Soon, information quickly spread about her shit talk and the more she threw shit, the more she became alienated from the network. At first, members of the network responded to Nyambu’s attacks but as she became vicious, they withdrew then stopped calling her. Eventually, she quit the network in a huff and converted network members (especially those who had been talking shit about her) into arch enemies. This is why network members did not seek her out when she went missing for thirty days before murdering her kids.

Suddenly, Nyambu was without a network in Kenya-Stockholm, lonely, jobless, paperless, dejected, broke, feeling used and very much alone. When she met “Playboy” (another dude) under these difficult circumstances, she became very careful. She had learnt enough lessons and she wasn’t going to get into another fake relationship with fake mapepe promises to be hanyad over and over again then dumped “at the round about” to pick up the pieces, all by herself. In our next installment, read about how “Playboy” played with Nyambu’s emotions after skillfully softening her “tough romantic positions” and what happened thereafter.

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