Literature

OUMA VENTURES INTO MUDDY WATERS:

Ouma had just completed his final year examinations,from his room in Northcote Hall.The din of the drums filled the air.A barrage of verbal abuses was being hurled at the neighbouring Nkrumah Hall.Although he felt a desire to free himself of the boring routine of student life,he was undecided where to stroll.All he felt was a growing urge to be free,towards the university main Hall,the  air was calmer.The sun was just setting and the main Hall tower stood out prominently like Kim II sung's monument of "Juche".

A sweet fragrance from the freshly mown grass brought the freshness of the county's air.In the nearby St.Francis Chapel,the kampala singer's performance of Handel's "Messiah" in D-Major was irrisistbly.The melody was that of the seraphs and cherubins at a celestal dinner.But no sooner had he listened to one movement than he started feeling the soles of his feet itching.

hwe found himself aimlessly trudging along the "Lover's Lane" towards Mary Stuart Hall.But as fate would have it,he sighted Agnes from a distance.He changed direction.Agnes,a second year Law student at the same University (Makerere),from that time they became friends,And just when they seemed to be drawing closer to one another,Mukiibi,a coursemate of Ouma had pleaded with himto let him (Mukiibi) have access to the chick.With a distinct mouthstache,Mukiibi loved girls has a dog did the bone,soon Jane and Mukiibi were to be seen side by side at the Guild canteen and beyond the gates of Makerere.

Ouma remembered this vividly,as he turned the last leaf of Jane's album.It is then that he noticed that something was missing in it;Mukibi's photographs there had always been one on the first and last leaf of the album.He noticed that the one that always hang by her beside  was also missing.

There eyes met and Jane looked away with a mixture of pain and guilt.Painfully,ouma recalled the scene of Mukiibi's death in that accident;A Pudding of bone,flesh and blood smeared on the tarmac by a trailer.He grimmaced prayerfully putting aside the album as he sipped some coffee.She asked him to shift his chair from the window side.

He got the message in her aching stare;he was in the same place'Nothing much ' he recollected seeing them in intimate company three months before Mukiibi's death.Was she being honest?....Could she be censoring truth in self-interest.May be she knows she has it ....butcan Jane lije to me? When it involves my life? or is she backdating truthas as a shield against.He could wait for his girl.Is there any difference between girls anyway.Right now the so called "Miss Right" could be giving some rascal a ride.

He opened a third bottle,By asking myself all these questions aren't i trying to be more wiser than fate? He thought of the trials he survived;the three accidents,the snake he one time shared a bed with,I could not have survived this. and in ten years time,a cure should have been found,not with all the world's doctors and researchers spending sleepless nights in laboratories.

A ray of light ,flickered on her chest,revealling a protruding buddy nipples.He was gnawed with the urge to sqeeze them,suck them.His lips twisted,leaking out his emotions.Surely,if Jane had it,what would the symptoms still be waiting  for?At leasta cough...a pimple,even just on the nose.he hooked his fingers into the warm of her fleshly hips.Can death be so warm?

Mukiibi....but he never parted with condoms.So Jane could not have got it.what of an odd days?No,most timesMukiibi imported women when he was druk...so where could he have cultivated....

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