By Mkala Mwangesha
The caretaker of a residential flat at Kasarani Division recently fought over a female university student with one of his tenants who ironically, like himself, is a married man.
The first year student, who was described as ‘eye-catching’ by residents, was nowhere in sight when the fight took place, and only came to know about it through grapevine.
When the girl moved into the house at the start of the year, the bachelors in the hood fell over themselves for her affection. But as is common, only the strong-willed win. It was a married police officer who darted her heart.
Since the building has few tenants, word easily got round and in no time, the man’s conquest was an open secret. But while the rest of the men moved on, the caretaker bitterly harboured thoughts of ending the relationship.
All hell broke loose one afternoon when the officer came knocking on the caretaker’s door, hurling insults, fists clenched. He was royally drunk.
Apparently, the caretaker had been making occasional phone calls to the student’s father, reporting that his daughter was fooling around with a married man.
“Nani alikupa kazi ya kureport vile watu wanaishi hapa? (who employed you to report how people live here)?” snarled the officer.
The matter would have ended there had the caretaker not retorted that the officer was just spoiling the poor university student since he had a wife upcountry.
The caretaker’s wife tried persuading her husband to let it go, since the officer was drunk and unpredictable.
But the game changed quickly when the drunken detective started tabling evidence to support his claims that the caretaker had also been ‘bidding’ for the girl.
“Is that why you are jealous of him, you embarrassment of a man!” the caretaker’s wife frothed, spinning with rage.
