By Tony Masikonde

Frao, the most creative copy editor in the south of Sahara according to himself has been missing in action for quite some time.

He has been networking with strange people in the political arena. Apparently, his rich and influential uncle bankrolled a certain candidate in the recently concluded elections.  Frao was also quite busy in shags routing for the said candidate who is now a governor.

I remember after the elections Frao was ebullient saying how his shags had elected into office consummate technocrats. We initially did not read too much into it, after all everyone was talking about the elections and the result waiting drama that followed. So just as we were beginning to gather ourselves and move on as losers have been constantly urged this season, Frao called Mark and I two Fridays ago and dropped a bombshell.

Bombshell

“Tony, I have had enough with this job. This employer is just milking the cow dry and won’t even feed it enough. Am taking a break,” he stated as a matter of fact.

“So you have decided to go on leave and sun your hairy legs at the Coast?” I teased him.

“No, I have decided to serve my people” he said. “My people…? How are you going to serve your family without income?” I asked. “You don’t get it, do you? he asked.

He rubbed both his hands gleefully, took a swig of the half-filled glass of Jameson whiskey and announced. “Guys you are looking at one of the nominees of the executive county committee. I have been nominated to the docket of livestock”.

I went numb. Mark was equally flabbergasted.  Frao, due to the nature of his job tends to be a bit of a maverick, but conjuring up the county nomination was a new thing. He looked quite serious.

“We will be unveiled tomorrow,” he went on. “I will drink to that”, I stammered.

Frao swiftly asked for another bottle of Jameson. True to his word, Frao was unveiled the following day as a county executive member. Then, his past started catching up with him.

A woman, none of his close friends had heard of by the name Matilda, showed up at the venue. With Frao set to clinch a big job in the county government, Matilda saw her chance of pursuing child support. She came in tow with not one, but two children that she swears to the highest deities that they are indeed Frao’s fruits of nocturnal labour.

Museum

Now, Frao is yet to fully assume office and Matilda, who seems to be having connections with the media, is threatening to spill the beans if Frao does not play ball. Where will a brother get Sh60,000 for feeding brats that could be another man’s sons? In this era of public scrutiny, Frao has more skeletons in his closet than the National Museums of Kenya can handle. So there is every chance that Matilda may have had a fling with Frao. However, he does not need drama at this time not with his nascent State officer status yet to be ratified. What is worse, one of high profile fire spitting female politician from Frao’s county is now an MP and if she were to get wind of this saga, things could go haywire.

For all practical purposes and intents, until DNA comes to his aid, this woman has held him by the jewels! Can’t a poor man move up the ladder or a rich one go down under without women crawling out of the woodwork?