Under Wraps

Privacy is at times confused with secrecy. In the words of Alafair Burke, the best crime novels are all based on people keeping secrets. All lying – you may think a lie is harmless, but you put them all together and there’s a calamity. FAITH RONO narrates the devil in the detail

“I hope you will take this on a light and positive note.” Rahab continued as we imbibed our favourite Savanna beer. You see, Mr Dickson and I have been holding it down, under wraps. We have been seeing each other for a while now. You see, that’s not the elephant in the room here, the iceberg is I find it hard to trust him. I can’t access him. The tunnel is darker on my end, yet, he gets to me easily.  Actually, whenever he wants. He knows all my whereabouts.  Getting the tinniest hint on his life has been harder and harder. I feel like a prisoner, encompassed in this situationship, girls.

At this point, Rahab was breaking down. It seemed that she had been holding this down for a minute. It had been weighing him down. For a moment, Joyce and I stared at each other. The glare read it all ‘You remember I told you you!’ We knew all through that the two might be having a thing. Here is the dilemma. Our girl, Joyce was also secretly seeing Mr Dickson. He had been so persistent on the drive; Joyce had no option. I was not sure of when I could reveal this to her.

“Is there something you two are not telling me!” Rahab exclaimed. We both answered, No in unison. She was partly okay with our answer. Rahab was wondering how we could be knowing about their affair with Mr Dickson. She insisted that we should tell her why we looked at each other in a suggestive way when she was telling us about Dickson. We decided to tell her the truth hoping it will not ruin our relationship. If Rahab would realise Dickson was also eying on Joyce, it could be something else. Rahab was so attached to Dickson. She never took him like a sponsor but a boyfriend. Joyce was now torn in between blowing the gaff about Dickson or just letting it go. I decided to let Joyce take the wheel on it since she was directly involved.

It was now getting late and we knew Rahab was not going to drive anywhere that drunk. Joyce wouldn’t also ditch us at this hour. It was turning out to be a cuddle night for the girls so I decided to order more savannah beers. We were running low on beer. These girls can drink. Joyce grabbed the last two beers handed Rahab one then chugged the other before starting on her long spill.  She started: You see, Rahab, Dickson has been hitting on me for ever. Since we joined campus, actually. I asked if he could wait and he was okay with that. I was only trying to play hard to get so I could know his intentions. To my reckoning, on his waiting he couldn’t zip his pants around campus desperate beauties. He could take me out for drinks as much as I could and drop me home. He has never mentioned you anywhere in our conversation. I was not sure of what was going on between the two of you but I was not ready to ask you. I was waiting to see if it was solid. I think, that dense man just wanted to get into our pants. “What!” Rahab could not let Joyce finish. How could you…?  TBC