An excerpt about two old women...

So Wesamba walks into the home where Neranga lives.

The time is about 10AM and the Kakamega sun is well up in the sky with the tall eucalyptus trees casting shadows in the compound.

Wesamba and Neranga are both members of Noble women of faith. Noble women of faith is a community of business women who have come together to form what is commonly known as CHAMA. While Neranga is healing from a major surgical operation, Wesamba is visiting to collect the week's funds. She is carrying a baby girl who is well tied on her back.

My name is Akiwa and let me tell you, I know these women very well.

Neranga is my aunt and Wesamba is the mother of my Ex. I know the reason why things did not work between me and my ex and one of them is this baby her Wesamba is carrying around. 

Ok to continue the story.

Neranga welcomes Wesamba into the veranda where she is sitting. “Karibu,” She says

“Asante.”

They start talking and while at it, Wesamba is complaining about how the baby has become a problem to her at home.

“Huyu mtoto amekataa kila mtu mtu. Anataka tu mimi.”

“Na si umlete hapa.”

“Oh wewe utaweza kweli?”

I pass close to them on the veranda while I go outside into the compound. Then I greet Wesamba.

“Habari mamii?”

“Mzuriii.”

The conversation between the two women of noble faith becomes inaudible to me as I walk further away in the compound. 

“Akiwaaa.” I hear the voice of my aunt calling. I go back. When I arrive, they are still talking.

Then my aunt asks me. “Nisaidie mia mbili.”

I walk into the hallway and enter one of those rooms where I normally keep my cash. I pick two one hundred bob notes and return. I hand it to her while Wesamba’s eyes are on my hand passing the notes. 

“Asanti.” I walk back into the house.

I sit at a desk in the living room. Flipping through my journal. Looking at my open laptop. Writing things down. The two are talking and I can hear it even if I don't want to.

Of note is when Neranga asks wesamba the whereabouts of the baby's mother. My ex that is!

“Oh, mama mtoto alimaliza akasafiri?”

“Eh! Wacha tu niende tutaongea badae.”

The tone of Wesamba sounds shameful from the way I hear it.

Remember when I said that I knew these women, I was not joking.

I know Wesamba's daughter who vanished into the city and left behind her baby who is being carried around and taken care of by her mother. I know the baby's father is absent in Wesamba's daughter and unknown to the parents.

But all this information is unknown to Neranga. And upon her asking her fellow woman, Wesamba never wanted to talk about it, at least at that particular moment. But my diagnosis is that Wesamba is covering up or ashamed of the mistakes of her daughter who despite an opulent upbringing, could not identify the father of her daughter. And she had to leave her home and go to the city to work. Despite that, the fact remains that the father is unknown and absent. A phenomenon that can bring shame to Wesamba and her family.

Look here now… Wesamba has to evade questions from some of her friends. Probably because it is a little embarrassing to tell people about her daughter's life even if it is none of their business. That leaves me wondering, after hearing the two women talk, is that phenomena part of what Jung meant by the term SHADOW? The end.

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