Cocktail Books Chronicles

Freedom, and a new job Kamau and Oti walked out of the cell, together. Out of the police station into freedom, together. When the policeman on duty had opened the cell doors that morning, calling out Kamau’s name loudly, everyone including Kamau himself, had assumed it was his breakfast call. This time always triggered stomach rumbles in the cell; rumbles of anticipation because he always returned with something tasty for his cellmates. Not this morning. He had returned after a few minutes wearing clean clothes and an excited smile while carrying extra clothes. “Wake up.” He kicked Oti lightly. Oti had, over his time in the cell, found it easier and easier to fall asleep on the cold concrete floor. ‘It’s not like what I usually sleep on is any better.’ He had told Kamau one time.   “ Vaa hizo, tunaenda .” Get dressed, we are leaving. He threw the clothes on Oti. Oti sat up with a start. Everyone else in the cell stopped talking to watch the two, with envy and disappointmen