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Disclaimer: Similarity of names and situation purely coincidental. Haitaki hasira.
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‘Hallo!’
‘Hallo. Nataka kuongea na madam Margaret.’
‘Speaking. Naongea na nani?’
‘Ni George. Hawa watu wamekuja hapa. Wamekuja wamebeba mwili na sanduku ati wanataka kuzika.’
‘Watu wagani?'
‘Hawa watu. Ata wameangusha fence wakaingia kwa boma.’
Aiii.
‘Strange. Uko wapi?’ She asks.
‘Niko hapa kwa shamba, Utawala.’
The phone katikas.
Margaret gathers herself. She excuses herself, letting the other secretary handle business. She is composed, with a steady poise.
She also calmness that comes with working in the high pressure office that literally runs the country.
She confidently walks to the VIP waiting room, sits at the head of the table, and calls then George. She speaks to him in Luhyanese.
‘George. Relax. Niambie nini inaendelea.’
George says he was just chilling in the house, drinking his tea and bread, thinking about getting ready to do the farm things when, ghafla bin vuu, a hearse appeared with people screaming, saying they have come to bury their relative. He thought they were just random neighbours.
Up until they entered the shamba and started digging at a corner somewhere.
He tried to stop them and they almost cut him to pieces. That's why he's called.
Margaret tells him to lock the gate leading to the main house compound, and keep his distance, she is calling shortly.
She walks to the security chief at her office, and asks for help.
My G calls the AP boss frantically.
The AP boss dispatches the meanest looking elitist unit to the said shamba, just a few kilometers down the road from the Embakasi Training College.
They are armed vile inafaa.
By the time the APs arrive, though, casket ishazundwa, na ikafunikwa.
Sasa hawa watu wanatengenezea bibi ya huyo msee a small shed karibu na mlango ya Margaret.
Chief wa yardi ashapigiwa na ameletwa na fujo ju simu ziliingia ni kama maji kwa soup ya minji.
APs swing to action.
APs: Oyaa oyaa majama. Form ni gani hapa?
Those guys: Ooooh. Huyu ni mzae, na hii ni shamba take.
ALLLAAAARRRR!
They produce papers, burial permits, IDs etc.
The cops don’t know what to do.
Kidogo Margaret akaletwa hapo mbio mbio na land rover ya kafmend, ameingia na fujo.
Watu wakarushiana maneno one-two-one-two.
She tells the cops, ‘ambieni hawa watu wachomoe hiyo casket Ama nitamaliza mtu mimi?’
Hapo ndio ngori sasa ikakuwa.
The Chief and APs say mwili ikishawekwa chini only a court order can reverse the ting.
WHAT? She almost dies herself.
Mwanwhile, hii umati wanadai hii ni ancestral land yao na hakuna vile mzae aliiweka ndonyo. Juu alikuwa mgonjwa for a long time.
And now they want Margaret to move her house or they will tear it down.
Chief name anasema, he knows the family that owned that piece of property.
But as far as he is concerned, there must have been a sale agreement because so many guys and land companies have since come to see the land.
He just doesn’t know how it was finally transferred.
And if so, it must have been some years back. Juu hii nyumba ni 6 years old.
Margaret calls her ex - hubby to find out details of the transaction coz everything is happening so fast. The guy vowed never to speak to her.
Natsing.
These other guys finish setting up the makeshift structures.
So right outside her gate, there is a village coming up.
She calls in favours from people in high places.
These guys keep threatening her.
She's able to access copies of her title deed, and share certificates from her documents in the house. She calls in a favour at lands and to get a copy of the original certificate under her name.
She dashes to court and asks that the government exhumes that body, and kicks those guys out. While she is in court, the other guys come and demand that she moves out, because she is a land grabber.
Kesi ikaskizwa juu juu. The judge says, everyone to calm down. He also consults.
Kidogo he comes back.
The court immediately issues a Stay Order, on that the body remains underground for now, but it must not be cemented as intended.
However, the court orders that new temporary structure be brought down, and the family finds a different place to stay.
Because of the risks and the threats, Margaret moves the valuables from her house, but organises with the chief to offer security for the house. For a fee of course.
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She decides to use her power & proximity to it, to speed this legal process.
She plans to move out for now.
She gets a guy at lands to help her get to the bottom of things and issue a brand new genuine cert. The guy is game.
First things first, the guy tells her to put up a concrete wall as fence, and forget trees and barbed wire. She gets a contractor to wall up the entire compound.
Secondly he tells her to get all the transaction details on when and how they purchased the land. And then thirdly, which he can help her, they transfer the by means of ‘sale,’ to another person. That will buy them a bit more time.
The first two she gets done almost immediately.
When the fence is up, she is summoned and her lawyer states that they had consulted with the chief, and as a personal security measure for her, her family and workers, she needed to put up the fence. She would take it down herself, if and when it came to it.
That chapter works.
A week later, a Saturday, her plug calls her for a meeting. Akamwambia amnunulie lunch. He then tells her, ‘Roho safi, your title is fake.
But if it is any consolation, those people who buried a body there, also have a fake title.’
Her heart sinks deep.
So now ata do what???
This guy tells her, to apply for the nullification of all the titles, and since she is the one who has been there for close to 6 years, waskizane na the real owners they settle out of court. He can help trace them.
Meanwhile, she starts tracing the person who sold them the land.
But as it was, there was not going to be a possible reprieve for her, unless the other guys decide to stop their cancelling. And those guys don’t even look like they can be silenced, or even possibly want to talk. And since they buried a loved one there, the drama looks out noma.
The other possible option is to charge the guy who sold them the land for a refund, and or settlement with the other family.
And the guy says, with finality, ‘To win this, you need nothing short of a miracle. Hapa umepatikana.’
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Sunday, she drives to ex husband’s house to talk.
She finds the witch he is now married to. The woma says the man has not been home since Friday. She says she will wait for him.
When he comes, she says she needs help with this land thing, and would like him to take her to meet the guy who sold them land.
He hesitates kidogo.
She reminds him she means business.
Hoeband agrees. They are to go on Tuesday morning. She plans to get the day off. Her boss knows what’s cutting so he is lenient, and besides, she is about to retire.
Before she leaves she tells this other woman to do some due diligence.
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On Monday afternoon, her lands office plugs calls her. He tells her, if he can come from community wapatane tao kiasi. When they meet, he tells her, ‘Hio shamba ina mambo, three more people have applied for a search. Ni nini inaendelea?’
It dawns on her. This is a land scam.
That shamba has been sold to a few other people and the seller is still selling it.
He gives her a name of the actual owner. And it is not the person who sold. He tells her, to talk to the chief and her neighbors to help find this guy. They first person to find the owner wins.
On Tuesday morning, akarauka akaenda tao. Her ex hoeband says he is running late. She waits for him at the coffee shop on ground floor.
Akakjuja wakaend kwa ofisi upstairs.
They find a really long line. Everyone wants to speak to the Director. Majority of everyone is pissed.
Johns, our guy, is the Managing Director of that firm.
He’s available and in office but refuses to see anyone who does not have an appointment. Only a select people keep going in. After an hour of waiting, Hoeband starts getting restless. He says they should book an appointment.
Ati in fact he says he is being waited for at home, and has another meeting at the golf club later in the evening.
Hajui huyu mama.
Margaret bursts into his office. He's drinking tea while playing solitaire on an old school comp. She zushias him for a while. Johns just smiles.
She wants to get to the bottom of the matter.
He listens to her without saying anything. Until Margaret finishes.
And then he tells her, ‘You see everyone out there. They have the same issue, or something more pressing. Me, I do not own even an inch of land. I am as poor you...
... as poor as my father was. I just connect buyers and sellers, what they agree, that’s their business.’
Margaret fights back and calls him out. All the paperwork she has shows that payments were made to this company.
‘I am going to sue you.’ Margaret shouts.
‘Do your worst.’
He tells her. And then now he lands on her with profanities. He tells her attitude belongs in the bin. That’s why her husband left her. And if she ever crosses him again, he will not be responsible for the outcome.
Husband is trying to tell het to calm down, so that they leave.
While they are fighting, 3 men come in. Broken suits, khakis, and shirts. No ties.
The first one, first of all, just returns the insults back to Johns. He calls him back everything he has called Margaret. He then tells Johns he is a thief and a crook, and that he should pay up.
Johns tells them to get out of his office. They refuse, they tell him they have come for their money. He insults them back and tells them, ‘ichukueni basi.’
The other two men jump across his table, punching Johns in the face. The first one calls them back. Johns screams at Lucy.
Remember Lucy?
He shouts to Lucy to call security.
Masoja wakaingia ka watano. They drag the three men out of the office. The others in the line, like 30 or so of them, are also talking back and getting louder.
Johns calms them down and tells them he will listen to everyone.
Husband tells Margaret hapa kuna noma na yeye anaishia. Akimaliza amwambie vile ame-decide. Kupeleka kesi kotini ama kuachilia hiyo shamba. And then he leaves.
Margaret follows him outside and now they are fighting in the car park.
She tells him hii shamba tu ndio yeye na watoto wake wake nayo. All their lives…
He tells her he doesn’t care anymore. And if she really cared about him and the kids then, like she is pretending to do now, things would have been much different. He can't waste a whole day here.
’If and when you need a witness, call me. Anything else, nisikuone kwangu tena. You are rattling my family. And we don’t like it.’
Husband just drives off.
Margaret breaks down completely. She sits on the floor and just cries properly.
She finishes and goes to the restaurant.
In the restaurant, the 3 men from upstairs are having tea. The one who stood up for her goes to her. After a while of talking.
She tells them her story. And they tell her theirs. They tell her yao is more complicated coz their land is like 12 acres but has at least 30 claims.
It is from people who bought the same land, including NGOs and Churches. The three guys, brothers wanted to build houses to sell.
They also say this guy is kinda untouchable.
They guys say they want to strategize their approach. She says she wants in. What she has are contacts.
They tell her the contacts mean nothing. The problem is the legal procedures. This is the second year they are going after this guy, and even within those two years, he has sold the land several times under false circumstances.
She calls her lawyer friend at Jubilee Exchange.
She asks for advice. He tells her to first get names and contacts of everyone in that office who has a claim as a matter of urgency.
Alafu then they can sue.
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Court documents are prepared and they serve the guy.
He never ever shows up in court but always has a lawyer present.
So Margaret uses her influence, the man is tafutwad and brought to court.
But when they get to court, the lawyer gets him out.
Her lawyer comes and tells her, bwana this guy his many companies, and many associates has so many land cases. Some years and years long.
Margaret says she wants her money back.
She says she will rent out the home but will not ive there. If anyone wins the claim, watasikizana hiyo structure.
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The legal battle begins.
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Next Week...
THE EARTHMOVERS
I Know A Guy | Season 6
Episode 1 of 3.
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A FRIDAY.
Johns, a burly guy with a big tummy, and ideal weight of a heavy person, leaves his home in Njiru as early as usual, a short distance off the main Kangundo Road. It is about 5:25am.
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Disclaimer: Similarity of names and situation purely coincidental.
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He drives his beloved Maria, a green tinted Rover HSE, on the lonely path. He can see beams of lights, other cars on the main road.
Just before joining the road, he notices two cars on the side.
Mmh!
One with the trunk popped, the other with the bonnet up, looking like they are needing some helping.
They wait for him. He just waves at them, but he doesn’t slow down or stop.
Strange. He thinks.
Because it is way too early. to breakdow and get help.
Yaani the lawsuit against Esto has taken a whole turn.
But first, how we got here.
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Our Esto has 3 full time employment departments.
1, Security & Safety. 2, Engineering & Technical. 3, Grounds and Works. For real, these are actual jobs.
Security and safety is more obvious.
Engineering and technical hao ndio wanakuwanga na kazi mingi na ngumu.
Mara stima.
Mara pipe ime-burst, mara mtu anataka kuoshewa gari. Sijui Kenya Power ama Nairobi Water, sijui Safaricom wanataka kuweka net... All major issues that affect the whole esto, hiyo ni yao.
Grounds do the detail work. And detail mostly ni udaku na umbea with the housies and security peeps.
But for real, their work is to also to make sure the esto is clean always, the garbage guys don’t steal the cats and the playground, live fences don't look bad when guests come.
#IKnowAGuy
Season 5
The Swindlers - Coming Soon.
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11:30pm.
This girlie opens the door of her apartment and locks it behind her. But there is some uneasiness.
Like someone else is in there. She rushes to her daughter's room, finds her asleep. Just like she left her an hour ago.
Phewx.
But she's still scared. Very scared for someone who has walked from Tamasha to Rose Avenue past 10pm.
She goes into her bedroom, gets under her blanket and whispers a prayer.
Lights off.
Kidogo, she someone breath out sloowly.
She freezes.
Her heart is in her tummy.
Her duvet is lifted slowly. That someone slides into her bed. He smells like half a man. She jumps off on the bed for the lights, but bumps into another man, who grabs her by the neck, lifts her and pins her back into her bed.
An Old Poem.
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If we must ever have to write each other, it must be poems.
You must write in short sentences, using catchy phrases.
It must be in at most three verses that stand alone, but that find much deeper meaning in each other.
Nothing more than a page. Maybe slightly more.
If you should ever write me a poem, it should take my whole being into it. My mind, my heart, my body and my strength.
It must not have my name, but whoever reads it must know it is me.
It must be short and sweet, it doesn't matter how much rage is there. Sweet rage even.
It must be so discrete, not open to everyone, that someone can steal and send to their loved one. Or the one they hate.
If I should ever receive your poem, it must be about passion. Or hate. Or Anger and pain.
It must be open, straight, upright and full of integrity.