Conned or Cornered?

I was comfortably seated on my rather comfy chair when my android rang rather sharply. I smelled trouble and surely my friend Mat was on the line. Apparently he was in trouble. He had been denied entry into the university by one of he guards. He simply didn’t have his pass. God only knew where the hell he could have left it bearing in mind that being careful never existed in his list of unlimited vocabularies. I had to help him out somehow. Apparently he had bailed me out in a few beer fights, not that I was such a drinker though. I quickly closed my book shut and stormed outside.

Mat was standing uneasily at the gate under the watchful eye of the burly guard. His small face spoke volumes of how badly he had been pissed off. The guy in uniform surely was not in any mood for negotiations. Our earnest pleas fell on deaf ears. He let out a rather silly smile that was surely meant to put an end to our pleas. We did just that. Another had to be quickly formulated. I was to sign for Mat in the register while he pretended to solve his current problem. As I embarked on a quick mastery of his elusive signature, the eagle eyed guard was busy watching every step I was doing. I was unawares. “What do you think you are doing? “came the question I simply didn’t like to be asked…nothing came out of my mouth. The guy then followed his orders. He snatched my pass and I had no choice than to beg. He consulted his colleagues and one of them angrily remarked……..”These are those students that do not want to follow the rules in this university, just take them to the admin...”in very bad English. I just did my best in the translation. He adjusted his tie and told us to follow him to the admins office. We knew that was our end!

With the two of us in tow, and the guard walking briskly we felt like crying. Inside the large office was unbearable. Not with the rather piercing eyes of the no nonsense admin on our watch. Well, the admin demanded we give him our own version of the story and warned of not trying to utter any lies. We calmly but rather fearfully uttered the best lies we had ever mustered in our school of life but we were terribly cut short………”Young men do you think am a child. Tell the truth for your own sake or else you will leave this school”……I smelled trouble in that situation and my sixth sense was turned on. The truth could save me.I blurted the whole truth. He believed me, or I thought he did. My friend stuck to his story and he was unlucky…The admin glared at him angrily his veins fully out. He nearly slapped him. Mat was suspended for two weeks and he would be accompanied by his parent. I was given three days and no parent. I managed a sigh. We stormed out of the office heading different ways. Me to class since my suspension was beginning the next day while he headed I think home

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With his head so low he headed home thinking of what he would do. The guard simply sneered at him as he passed by. Anyway he took the path home never even taking the bus. He reached town on foot. With the entire traffic snarl up, he hated everything that he saw. He carefully crossed the busy highway to the other side. That’s when his problems began.

A rather not so well dressed short guy approached him. Greetings followed. The guy apparently had a problem and needed his help. Mat listened…..,”My name is Mutua and am from Meru.You see. I won a charity swipe stake and I came all the way to town so I can cash in the money. The problem is I don’t have an ID and I really need your help. Even if it’s a student ID it will still help. I will give you ten percent of the money.’ Mat asked him why he could not go and get the cash himself,…”You see I don’t know that place and am afraid some people will snatch my ticket. ”That was the sweetest deal he had ever had. The ticket was worth 200,000ksh and he would surely get a cool 20,000ksh.He couldn’t say no.The guy told him to leave him anything of value in case he never came back. The stranger was to wait for him. Having nothing else of value to leave behind he left him his blackberry and hurriedly headed to the building the guy had told him. The building was apparently a five star hotel and had no office of the so called lottery. He tried to ask in vain but to no avail. He decided to head back and inform the guy.

He never found him, his phone neither. He looked for the man to no avail. He broke a cold sweat. The mind raced. He rushed to the nearest swipes take kiosk to confirm his fears. He had surely been conned.The lottery was a fake! His phone was gone. He nearly cried but being a man he swallowed hard. His problems had just been amplified. The voices around him were too irritating. He wobbled home his hands in his pockets formulating a better story than the one he had just witnessed to tell his no nonsense parents. He still remembers that fateful day up to now..

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