Thread by @CSakwah

STORY THREAD

THE POST-NAIVASHA SAFARI RALLY VIOLENCE.
My friend, Manu, woke up when he was added to a Post Naivasha Safari Rally Violence Whatsapp group. Perhaps his relationship is the first casualty of the post-Naivasha Safari Rally Violence.

It is a three-member group; Manu, Sarah (Manu’s girlfriend), and Deborah (Sarah’s friend and roommate). Deborah created the WhatsApp group deep into the night while the two were asleep. The aim of the group was to share with Manu what transpired in Naivasha over the weekend.

Manu and I live in the same apartment. He works as an academic writer. Sarah and Deborah have been friends since they met as first years at Parklands. They are fresh Kenya School of Law graduates. They stay in a one-bedroom house; a neighborhood away from ours.

They cost-share responsibilities and bills to survive in Nairobi while they maneuver in the murky legal industry of Kenya as fresh bar graduates.
Deborah has been single for the longest time I have known her. At one point, Manu tried to fix the two of us into a relationship.

It did not work. I was repelled by the plethora of young male lawyers that she kept as friends. She had a right to have friends, but not young male lawyers, especially young male lawyers with a car.

Specifically, young married male lawyers with a car and a pair of khaki shorts. She always met them on weekday evenings for coffee dates and on the weekends for drinks in South C, and other high-end estates. Their sex predatory reputations stink to high heavens, I have heard.

Sarah on the other hand is a reserved girl. She has been dating Manu for three years. Last week, she was swept away by the Naivasha wave that swept the middle class and borrowers from Nairobi to Naivasha.

Manu could not stand between her and her desire to attend the Safari Rally provided she was going to foot her own bills. She was. She assured him that she the means to.
Yesterday, Sunday, Manu and I spent together at his place. Then in the Afternoon,

Sarah texted him that she was back. It was strange given that the rally officially ended yesterday in the afternoon, and given the heavy traffic back to Nairobi, Manu was not expecting her back at least until late into the night.

Because Manu had missed her shots, he left for their place late in the afternoon for his usual weekend shot. ‘At least two shots before the week starts,’ he joked on his way out. Around 8 PM, Manu came back with a sullen face. I asked him if everything was okay.

He sat down and started narrating what happened when he visited their house.
When he knocked, Deborah opened the door but she was not the usual bubbly girl. She mumbled a hi, walked straight to the bedroom, picked a jacket,

and left the house for the two without saying anything else. She seemed mad.Manu said that that was strange because she had a habit of picking up conversations before leaving the house whenever he visited them.After Deborah left, Sarah asked Manu to brash off Deborah’s dull moods

She explained that as roommates, like any other two girls cost-sharing, they are bound to have small disagreements from time to time. She described it as a small disagreement that they would solve later.
Disappointingly, Sarah did not give him the shots that he went there for.

She wasn’t in the mood to have sex given their fight with Deborah. My man came back lugubrious.
At around 8 AM, today, he came to my house. His face looked like he had had a head-on collision with a rallying car. He seemed confused and sad.

Without saying a word, he extended his phone to me. A WhatsApp group was on the screen with texts from one contact, Deborah's. Deborah created the group at 3:AM, deep into the night when only she and her Satan were awake. She named the group; TRUTH BE TOLD.

The texts detailed the cause of their fight. Last week, Deborah’s late-20 something married lawyer friends hatched a plan to attend the rally in Naivasha. One of the guys is called Patrick. I attended his wedding in 2018. He is 30.

His closeness to Deborah was the main reason why I did not date Deborah when Manu tried to hook us up. Most of the weekends, I used to find him in Deborah’s house. She always maintained that they are friends. I gathered from the texts that Deborah was Patrick’s side chick.

This was her own admission.
Well, because Deborah was the only single lady in her cronies of young lawyers, she was tasked with inviting single and ready to mingle for a weekend girls to the trip. Maybe inspired by the online peer pressure on social media,

Sarah accepted to jump on the Naivasha bandwagon with four more girls when Deborah disclosed to her that her friends were willing to sponsor their trip to attend the Safari Rally in Vasha.
‘Sarah, you knew that Patric was my man,’ a section of the text read,

‘yet you took the advantage that I was drunk, sneaked with him out of the club into his car, and shagged. You even had the audacity to look me into the eyes and blame it on alcohol. You left the guy that you spent Friday with on the table and left with my Patric like a whore.

You were supposed to be the sane one, yet a few drops of alcohol turned you into a loose wreck.
You have ruined my relationship with Martin. It is my turn to ruin yours as well. It is for that reason why I created this WhatsApp group. I want Manu to know what happened in Vasha.

This should have remained a secret like it always does, but you crossed the line. I have never known that you had an eye on Pat all those years. By the time you wake up to read these texts, I would have left this house. I am moving out, its end month.

Someone else will come to pick my things.’
While I was finishing reading the texts, Sarah started typing on the group. Manu and I waited for her reply. 10 mins later, the group still indicated, ‘Sarah typing…’ At twenty minutes, she was still texting. Then she stopped.

She started texting Manu directly in his inbox. After thirty minutes, she was still typing. Then she stopped texting again until right now.
The man is very devastated. The man says that he never thought Sarah would do something like that.

The only thing I can offer is to bombard him with 'waaah, aki pole, sasa utado?' questions.