Why Did Kenyan Man Disappear In Tanzania?

Trust me, you don’t want to know the answer

Today’s story comes all the way from our neighboring country of Tanzania.

For those Kenyans who do not know Tanzania well, it is a very beautiful country that boasts of some equally beautiful and graceful ladies. The kind of ladies that in a straight competition for a man would beat a Kenyan lady hands down any day. This is despite the major problem they have in that country where English is a major obstacle.

You see what happens is that children in Tanzanian schools learn all subjects in Kiswahili until they finish primary school. It is only in high school that they start to tackle subjects in English. Little wonder that their Kiswahili is so good.

Still there is another education Tanzania women get that Kenyan women do not get. The truth is that in many cultures in Tanzania young girls ae trained in the art of pleasing a man when they are very young. And by pleasing a man I mean all and every aspect of pleasing man. They are also trained on how to walk. The truth is that many Kenyan women punish the ground but our dear Tanzanian sisters glide.

James Kamau had suffered for a long time without a job. It is widely know that these days it is easier for an elephant to fit in a Masai manyatta than for a Kenyan to get a good job somewhere.

Mr Kamau’s family was not really any different from many families in Kenya over the last couple of years. Things got so bad that they started begging for hand outs from family members who in turn quickly got tired of feeding a man and his whole family.

Then out of the blue a job opportunity presented itself in Dar-es-salaam, Tanzania. To cut a long story short Kamua headed there and landed a job where he was being paid roughly Kshs 150,000, Mrs Kamau, a proud woman was overjoyed that finally the family problems had come to an end. Or so she thought.

At the end of the first month Mr Kamau send by Western Union Kshs 100,000 to his wife to pay off the money he had borrowed to travel to Tanzania in the first place and then to take care of family needs. The family was overjoyed and it seemed that the worst was now over for the family.

But on the second month, they received only Kshs 20,000 and the amount dwindled until after a few months Mr Kamua stopped sending anything. It was around that time that the family completely lost contact with him as his phone became Mteja all the time, meaning that nobody was picking it up.

Very worried for the safety of her husband Mrs Kamau borrowed money and boarded an Akamba bus for Dar-es-salaam.

The trip from Nairobi to Dar-es-salaam is a very long one indeed and poor Mrs Kamau had plenty of time to worry herself sick and wonder what had happened to her dear husband. She also prayed a lot asking God to keep him safe and alive and to strengthen her so that whatever problem she found on the other side, she would be able to solve.

Mrs Kamau arrived in the sweltering heat of Dar-es-salaam and wondered how people were able to get any work done in this kind of climate. More so because she had been born and brought up in the chilly weather of Limuru.

Tanzanians are very polite people and despite her heavy Kikuyu-accented Kiswahili which was difficult for the Tanzanians to understand, she somehow managed to get directions until she arrived at the hotel where her husband worked.

With her heart thumping violently against her chest she walked upto the reception of the beautifully constructed hotel. The moment she was inside she started feeling cool. The massive place was air-conditioned. She asked for her husband.

“Aha yule Mkenya?” The pretty receptionist asked.

She nodded and was asked to take a seat while they traced him. Mrs Kamau was so relieved because at least her husband was alive and well. But why had he not contacted the family all this time? What had happened to his cell phone number? She told herself that she would soon find out.

“Mama wako mzazi yuko hapa kutoka Nairobi,” (Your mother is here to see you from Nairobi) the pretty receptionist spoke into the phone.

Mrs Kamau wanted to correct her and tell her that she was his wife but decided against it. It would be such a bother. Their Kiswahili was so difficult and they did not seem to understand hers. Why waste time? She let it slide.

Mrs Kamau looked up at the exact moment that her husband emerged from a door on a higher floor just above the reception below which must have been his office and their eyes met. It was like he had seen a ghost he quickly rushed back into his office and shut the door behind him.

Read Part 2 of this true story

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