Boooooom! It was a sound never heard before in the
sleepy, quiet little village market. That was a Kalashnikov, famously known as
AK 47. The gun designed by Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov ostensibly to bring
peace has been the source of many nights without peace. Every time the AK 47
coughs, there are devastating effects leaving many orphans, widows or widowers.
The Kalashnikov is causing havoc. The Kalashnikov is in the wrong hands.
My brother Emmanuel owns and runs a bar called
Simbi (meaning near) at Misikhu, a few kilometres from Webuye town. It is a
popular joint, always packed with little or no place even to stand. This is
because he has a ‘live band’ made up of local musicians who entertain revellers
with local Tindikti hits mainly
touching on social issues. Others go there to be praised in songs. All one does
is to give a few coins to the musicians and they put them on top of the world
as they belt out their praises. The two lead musicians are two blind brothers
who say they became blind one day on their way to school when lightning struck
them leaving them blind but alive. The brothers, known as the Wanundus are so
popular in the area because of their creative way of entertaining. Despite
their disabilities, they always shock onlookers as they assemble their music
equipment made up of jua kali guitars
and plastic containers for drums. They then belt out favourite numbers for
revellers till the wee hours of the morning to allow their fans to stagger home
and catch some sleep.
Not so long ago, my brother received some
unwelcomed visitors. The thugs struck at about 9pm. The revellers were busy dancing
to live Tindikti music with the two
blind brothers belting away popular hits. Interestingly, apart from the two
blind musicians, Emmanuel had a watchman commonly known as Bubu (pictured), but his real
name, known only to a few, was Mechumo. Bubu, as his name suggested, could
neither hear nor speak – he was deaf and dumb, bubu in Kiswahili. (I kept asking Emmanuel how he could hear if
anyone was breaking into the premises). Emmanuel told me he has never hired him
as a watchman but he has declared himself one and chases away anyone he tries
to hire as watchman. The well built Bubu doubled up as Emmanuel’s carpenter (still
does) to repair stools, broken on drunkard’s heads, broken beds from lodgings
etc.
The thugs announced their arrival as usual by
shooting their AK 47 in the air. The sound of the gun sent everyone scampering
for safety in the pub. At that time, Bubu was inside the bar watching patrons dancing
the night away. He once told me using sign language that he loves watching
‘stupid’ people making funny movements and kept wondering how normal people
would just shake their bodies from hearing some sounds. He confided in me that
he was so lucky he could not hear anything because to him it was all evil
dancing to some stupid sound. Interestingly, Bubu kept complaining about what
patrons were doing, telling us they were wasting a lot of time.
Of course Bubu never heard the thunderous sound
of the AK 47 because of his disability. Within seconds, the thugs came inside
and ordered everyone to lie down, which they did with some wetting their
clothes in the process. The blind musicians could only hear the commotion and
with their guides diving for safety, all they could do was drop on the floor
and wait. They were later to jokingly tell us that they were lucky not to see
all that evil because they wouldn’t have taken it in. All this time, Bubu, who was
standing with his back to the entrance thought the patrons were performing a
routine dancing style because he had not looked over his shoulder. Everyone was
down on the floor except Bubu. The thugs thought he was playing a tough guy like
in the movies because he was not even turning to look at them. One of the
gunmen, (They were three) moved towards Bubu to attack him.
Sensing something was unusual, Bubu quickly
looked over his shoulder and was confronted by a sight he had never seen
before. As he later narrated, he realised this was no policeman but an enemy.
The thugs moved fast to attack Bubu. When he saw one of the thugs was going to
hit him with the butt of the gun, Bubu moved fast and literally lifted the
gunman off the ground, bringing him back with a heavy thud and embarked on
thoroughly flattening his face. The gun dropped from the thug’s hands. A story
in the village has it that when you provoke a deaf and dumb fellow, they can
never stop hitting you till they see blood. That is what happened. The other
two thugs were for sometime dumbfounded and were about to take to their heels
but on realising that no one was coming to Bubu’s assistance, they decided to
help their now bloody, gunless mate.
They hit Bubu with a blunt iron bar on the head
leaving a gaping hole. Bubu collapsed on the now very weak thug. They helped
their mate get to his feet and went about gathering what they could get from
the counter, money from pockets of the shocked patrons, watches, mobile phones,
shoes and even clothes! They then went for Emmanuel who was holed up in his
office, thoroughly beat him with the iron bar leaving him a bloody mess. They then
frog-matched him to a nearby petrol station where they robbed petrol attendants
who were too shocked to resist.
In the meantime, local Administration Police (APs)
stationed at the market had heard the gunshot and were watching from the
shadows armed with their G3s. As they were later to tell us, the sound of AK 47
always scares them. One of them tried to aim at the thugs from the shadows and
missed prompting a heavy fire from the thug’s machine gun. On hearing the thunder
of the gun again, two APs took to their heels, leaving one brave one called
Ingoi hiding behind a tractor packed at the petrol station. The thugs literally
sprayed the tractor leaving tyres in threads. Ingoi, shielding behind the rim
just used three bullets to gun down the three thugs. He then marshalled support
from whoever could be found to take Emmanuel and Bubu to a nearby hospital.
When we got to the scene the following day in
the morning, we found one on the thugs still alive and pleading for mercy.
Ingoi’s bullet had gone through his hip bone, tearing off his testicles. As
usual, the police too arrived in the morning. There was one bully policeman whom
everyone feared because he used to carry a nyaunyo
which he unleashed on anyone he suspected to be idle. His name was Ujimoto. On
getting to the scene and finding the thug alive, Ujimoto asked us why we hadn’t
killed him. He lamented that taking the thug to hospital would cost the
government money and also meant that one of them would be forced to keep guard
at the hospital bed. Ujimoto then did something weird although no one regretted
his action. He asked his colleagues to shield him from the crowd to block their
view and quickly pumped two bullets into the thug’s chest killing him
instantly. He was also overheard telling them not to tell the boss.
The County Commissioner had been informed of the
raid and he arrived on the scene shortly after Ujimoto had finished off the
thug. He summoned Ingoi and promoted him to a senior rank on the spot as a
reward for his brave act. His colleagues, the two other APs were suspended on
the spot pending investigations for being cowards. He prompted laughter by
telling wananchi that Ingoi should
have also aimed at his cowardly colleagues when he saw them taking to their
heels.
Emmanuel was discharged from hospital after
about a week. Bubu spent many agonising months in hospital but he eventually
came out. He immediately went back to work despite many of us discouraging him.
Emmanuel eventually decided just to keep him there still on his payroll as his
‘third eye’. He has played that role very well to date. He keeps Emmanuel
informed on all unusual happenings in the premises. He still continues to
repair furniture in the premises. He loves narrating his ordeal (of course with
sign language) and thanks God that he cannot hear any evil. The two blind
brothers have gone on to record hit after hit and they too thank God that they’re
not able to see that evil. Reminds me of Richard Pryor’s famous Hollywood
Movie, “See No Evil, Hear No Evil”.
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Musakali,
Joseph Juma