The Life Of Kenbugut Kisse: A Short Story Worth Reading- Part three!!!

Kenbugut Kesse’s  life has been miserable. Kisse’s  second profession was  begging, stealing, lying and womanizing. Kesse has always been a broker. A poor dude, who survives on false pretense. Each time, he walked into the store with friends, loved ones and acquaintances, Kisse would want others to foot for his bills. “ Boy, you don’t have a five box with you? Can you lend me 20 box to take care of  my bills? I really need your help.” Said Kisse. Kisse is reputed to be issuing bad checks to the people, he does business with. Many a time, he would advise the recipients of his bogus checks not to cash their checks until such a time that the checks matures. These chicks are post dated. He calls them post dated checks. “ Do not cash that check until April 10^Th. If you  do so, you are doing it at your own peril. I will not be held liable for it, because there are no funds in my account right now. Just give me two weeks, when my employer would remit my bi-weekly check into my account. Do you hear me Jarga? Hold the check, until the 10^Th of April.” Kisse said with big emphasis.

In our little town, Kisse has been known for two  things: One,  he hates people for no just cause.  Two, Kisse never said good things about his neighbors. Kisse prides himself with lies and character assassination. He never believe that one day, he would be held accountable for his actions by God. He uses his father’s leadership mantle to invent lies and caricature against the prophet’s sons and daughters.

Kisse would issue sermons ahead of time against his perceived enemies. “ You will live to regret why you were born. I have a special dossier to share with the King about you guys. MinkomebedoKing. You don’t know? I am the son of the King Jarga. Just wait.” Kisse would bragged.

Coming from a poor background, Kisse had never dreamt of sleeping in an luxurious house. Back in the days, Kisse was being hosted by neighbors. He spent half of his  life on “YALWAN, SADADANO.” Meaning street  begging.

Kisse and I used to sleep in the same house. He was hosted by Uncle at Kerrjackleh. His hostile behavior against the women in our town folks, led to his expulsion from the village. Kisse was declared person non grata by the King. “ Jarga do you hear what Kisse have done to Jabarra’s daughter? He raped the girl. The whole village is talking about Kisse’s despicable conduct. He was banned from coming to Jabarra’s house.” Bencachin Jama told me.

Few years down the line, Kisse became a reformist. He was hired to counsel rapists in our little town. Among his job description includes: running weekly TV shows and journals sensitizations. “ Rape is a universal crime. I urge all rapists in this town, to change for the better. My story should serve as an eye opener to everybody. I encourage everyone of you to adopt positive living. It’s the best way of living in life.” Kissse said.

Despite being a reformist, Kisse’s  growing apatite for women is a cause for concern. Kisse  likes fat women. There was this Bambali woman weighing 500 pounds, Kisse was seeing at the time. “ Mou, I love you today, tomorrow and day after. I don’t care what Jarga and co said about our relationship. What matters is,  I love you. Your weight is irrelevant.” Kisse said.

Mou was also seeing local watchmen in our little town as well. Kisse careless about Mou’s patrons, all he cares about was his bread and butter. “ Chey Aduna Njie? Kisse what is wrong with you? Why dating a woman who is the same age with your Mama? Are you okay Kisse? Kisse are you really okay? Do you want to tell me that there are no other girls in this village who loved you? What’s wrong with you?” I asked Kisse.

With his fat belly, Kisse beamed with a big smile. “ Jarga, this woman is my is my life. If you want to have problem with me, don’t say any negative comments about Mou. By the way, do you know how good Mou is? Do you know? Tell me. Do you know? You guys should mind your business. Man Mou recklanub. Besides, the girls are running away from me because of my fat belly. They said they don't want a fat belly man like me. You see the problem...” He said.

Kisse was that kind of father who does not want to work. Kisse spent most of his precious time arguing at the Penchaba or granplace. “ Boy Tecgalnyattayi. Naattayabidowe.” Meaning let brew China green tea. Thanks to his woman, Kisse would have found himself in the streets. He creates a personality about himself, which never existed in the first place. Kisse is  a “Lebaress” like any other folk in “Deckalambatu.” Kisses cannot keep a job. His job history is appalling.

“ Boss man, I cannot made it today. I am sick. My belly is paining me. Perhaps, I am suffering from indigestion. I may not show up Monday. I am sorry for my absence.” Kisse told his new boss Dew. During his first three months of hire, Kisse had called out 20 times. His boss Dew was about to be fired for failing to institute disciplinary action against Kisse.

“ Kisse, do you want to work in here  for another day? Do you really want to work for another day? Tell me. In fact you are fired. Go home. You like to earn a pay check, but yet you do not want to work. I have long been covering you. Before you get me fired, let me fire you. There is no enough hours to keep you on the payroll of  Japalanteh Enterprise.” Dew said.

Kisse arrived home crying. “ Kisse are you okay? What happened?” I asked. Kisse remarked “ This fool sacked me, but I am going to put him in trouble. I will talk to King so that they can dig into his background. He fired me without cause. I have been cooking for him throughout my employment and he is paying me with this. I am disappointed with  Dew. He is a bad manager.” Part four is coming soon….