CHAPTER ELEVEN
No one could guess what sort of spirit had visited Nankya during the course of the night in the descipicable police station in Mukono. Neither could anyone guess what sort of sensible words had been spoken to make her a willing police informant. Maybe it was the disgusting smells of urine and feaces combined with the smell of sweat from the
unwashed bodies present. Really, it could have been an intervention from the dead Elvis crying for justice, but whatever it was had made Nankya more compliant. She had kept vigil at the metallic door hoping that the inspector could call for her soon. He would take pity on a mother and the only woman in the cell of 13 men. But the man with the cold eyes and the woman with the intelligent look had not made an appearance. They had given up on her. Truly there was no need for the inspectors to hurl down thunderbolts just to make her talk; but she had only expected a little bit of coercions to fall from their lips. Sweet honeyed words coated with promises as in the detective movies she watched. Instead she had been thrown in prison like a war criminal. That night while in the cell with 13 hardened criminals ranging from petty crimes of chicken thefty to child battering, Nankya had come to a conclusion that she couldn't handle prison. She had a baby to look after. After one night in prison with no baby to suckle milk from her breasts, Nankya was in pain. Her breasts were filled and they hurt. She was terrified out of her mind that the inspectors could have given up on questioning her. To make matters worse the prison hierarchy was too complicated for her to understand. A certain stinking man assured Nankya that he was in charge as soon as the police man had shoved her into the cell. Whatever the cell King said didn't make sense and her counterparts were snickering behind their palms. Nankya came to a conclusion that the man was not sane. However, Nankya was no fool thus didn't contest the ravings of the mad man.
She needed to be out and it didn't matter what it cost her or who she took down in the process. At exactly 7:00am, Nankya picked up a metallic cup that had so many stains and dirt that she didn't want to imagine what it had carried last. She banged the bars relentlessly with terrified liquid eyes fervently transmitting pleas of mercy.
"I am ready to talk. Please, tell Afande I am ready to tell all I know about Elvis. He doesn't have to beg me I will talk. I can even write down all the details if that's what he prefers."
It was one of those picturesque days portrayed in paintings; a bright sunny day, clear blue, the recent rains gave the atmosphere a fresh smell of soil and the usual melodramatic green trees and bright blooming flowers announcing the arrival of spring. The flying butterflies and the soaring birds gave the expectation of greater things a head. All in general the day was going to be predictably splendid or it had such an illusion.
Celina Wangiru Kavuma walked with a bounce to her office at the Daily Tribunal
Where she had been stationed a year ago.
She drew tight contracts, dealt with all lawsuits which were many. She had a team of three other attorneys at her disposal. But on this particular day, Celina was in a good mood. She had just returned to work after her 6 months maternity leave. Even while on leave she made an appearance once in a while as her husband encouraged to keep her brain active. But that wasn't the main reason for the butterflies in her stomach. Neither was it her upcoming court proceedings; but because of Henry.
Regardless of how much their relationship had really deteriorated after the birth of their daughter Penelope a few months ago, the man still understood her body. He had insisted that she joins the gym with him just to get her body back in shape. Celina soon discovered that just like the rest of his life Henry pushed himself severely in the gym. He was like a machine. More than once she saw other women checking him out, they looked at him like hyenas, ready to devour him. He was more muscle than fat and from the look of it he didn't get the body lightly. He sweated profusely. Usually after his 45mins of intense cardio, Henry then turned his attention to Celina. He pushed her till she felt like crying. She begged him but just like the rest of their lives, his word was law.
"When I met you, your body was smoking hot. Just because you had my child doesn't mean you lose yourself. I still look as you found me, so I expect the same from you." He once mentioned when she was whimpering like a dog wanting to give up.
She had thought he didn't want her anymore but the bulge he was always evidently wearing in his sweats whenever she was around him told another story. Henry looked at her chest or ass as she attended her aerobics class. He didn't participate but she could feel his eyes on her. Whenever she turned to look at him in the corner where he stood, she found his eyes on her, devouring her. He didn't smiel rather he winked at her. Celina sweated and hated having him ogle her all which she mentioned but Henry didn't care. Regardless of the leering looks he sent in her direction, her husband didn't touch. He looked but didn't touch. She found herself yearning for his intense sexual prowess. She tried seducing him with sexy negligee but he resisted. She set up accidental moments where he would find her all in her naked glory after "bathing" and the towel somehow slips to the ground; still Henry was not moved.
"Did you find another woman?" at some point she found herself voicing her inner thoughts when he turned her down again.
"Are you seriously asking me that?" Henry asked incredulously. "If it was up to me I would have you under me every night till you can't walk. But I want you totally healed and back on your feet. So I am going to let that slide, and can you stop engineering these little accidents. "he had finished wearing an extremely obvious bulge in his pants.
The night before her return to work Henry had proved to her 6 different times including that morning how much he desired her. That was the cause of the bounce in her walk. Whenever she moved too fast she felt a severe throb between her thighs. Her nipples, thighs, buttocks and arms were not in a better condition. Celina often found herself wondering how she could still find pleasure from a man she didn't love.