Today was that day that i normally despise. That day that i hear that my mum is schedule to go to the Nyeri law courts with his brother on a matter to do with ownership of a portion of land in Ngangarithi! I sometimes wonder why cant big mature people just sit down and talk to each other in a simple manner? Talk like how small children do? Without ill motives, understanding with consideration of the other? Without much bric a brac or gewgaws? #sighs#
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| One of the places in Nyeri most don't wish to be taken. |
Apparently, my mums case was postponed for whatever reason and within minutes we were out of the courtroom to the compounds. As i approached the gates, I saw this 20 something old man with a triangular shaped face,large blood shot piercing eyes and a frowny expression.In his head were dirty brown locks with a receding hairline. He wore silver dirty jeans, a short sleeved polka dotted T shirt with unshaven brown beards. In his mammoth legs were undersized blue flipflops (slippers).
In his hands were tightly locked handcuffs. He was being escorted by two, tall and tough looking guards from Kin'gong'o prison. Coincidentally a 50 something woman appeared from the other corner, dressed simply in a kitenge garment. her eyes filled with sorrow and somehow sad. Her glummy, sullen and dejected look hidden behind an almond shaped nose. Her mouth dry, with pursed lips and appearing out of her greenish,yellowish kitenge scarf was grey skinny dull hair.
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| A mother's tearful face after seeing his son's face for the last time. |
She made out a shrill call for attention, and within a split second, the three men stopped and turned. The faces of a son and mother locked on to each other. The wrinkled hands of the elder woman shivered and shook. Her eyes got teary as she proceeded to meet her son. She shook her head in disgust as she proceeded forward to touch him.She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the sounds failed to come out, as if, her vocal cords had failed. She slowly reached to grip her son's hands but the hands fell. She broke in sobs and knelt down in dismay and distress.
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| Main entrance of King'ong'o Prison |
The triangular-shape faced man with a frowny face, looked away and turned in shame and embarrassment. The guards held him more tightly, as if to punish him more. He proceeded as if to touch his mother's hand for comfort but his freedom was limited and he desperately failed. His eyes dropped and his eyes filled with tears. Tears of regret. He was towed away to the King'ong'o Prison bus, wailing and looking back every second. To see the last picture of a woman who loved him and who had high hopes for him.He was led away. Away from his mother, relatives, friends and the normal life you and I enjoy. Out into the gallows. Into lifelong incarceration, without parole. for a murder.
A murder he had committed.. He had accosted a minor, attacked raped and murdered her. He pleaded with the courts after being read his sentence and proceeded to say that he was drugged and could not remember anything on that fateful day. "No leniency or forgiven should be given to such individuals, you deserve to hang for as a punishment to others". Concluded the judge as he was being ushered out to King'ong'o prisons.
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| kingongo prisoners |
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