Death of Kapsak
The big car pulls up slowly. Julie-Julie, smiling that special smile of hers, steps out gingerly. A stylish wave and she begins to swing up the short stairs. As the heavy machine zooms off, Kapsak lets go of the curtain and steps back.
"Who brought you home?" he says as Julie-Julie comes through.
"Oh, Kappy-Pappy dear," Julie-Julie coos. "You're home early."
"I asked who brought you home?" Kapsak repeats, trying hard to keep his temper under control.
"That's just Davie, my business partner," Julie-Julie replies, pecking her husband lightly.
Backing away slightly, Kapsak points his thumb behind him. "Didn't you introduce Ibrahim as your 'business partner' just the other day?"
"Oh Ibrahim!" Julie-Julie's singsong voice usually thrills Kapsak. But right now he's rather irritated by it.
"How many 'business partners' do you have?"
"Come on Kappy-Pappy! What is it with the Gestapo number?"
"You haven't answered my question, Julie-Julie. And what is Gestapo?"
"Gestapo is - never mind. I'm going to shower and get ready else I'll be late for my dinner engagement."
With a swish of her luxuriant hair, Julie-Julie trots off. As the click-click-click sound of her high heels marching along the corridor travels back to Kapsak, the chewing stick he has been clutching slips to the ground.
Dejectedly, Kapsak slumps into an armchair. He still cannot bring himself to believing it. His wife walked away from him when he demanded an explanation from her! What an abomination! Eka Udo would never have done that. Eka Udo would never have allowed another man to bring her home except that man happened to be a close relative. Eka Udo would have been home when he got back from work. Eka Udo would have had water ready for him to bath with. Eka Udo would have given him a hot meal. Oh Eka Udo! Why did he ever leave Eka Udo ..?
The sharp blast of a car horn jerks Kapsak out of his reverie. Almost immediately, the click-click-click sound starts echoing through.
"Kappy-Pappy, I'm off. See you later."
Startled, Kapsak dashes to the window. He espies his wife climbing into a car that is even bigger than the one that had brought her home earlier.
Jittery with rage, Kapsak drags himself back to his armchair. She always does this, he tells himself. Later she would say she had to go to the dinner so as to meet such-and-such an important personality who could help her secure a big contract.
Except at night, they hardly ever have time together. He often sits alone in the house waiting for Julie-Julie to come home. It would be nice to have kids to play with when one comes home from work. But - Oh, the house is too small, Kappy-Pappy dear. We need to save and move to a bigger place before we can start a family.
Kapsak never understands that. What does a big house have to do with having children? When he and Eka Udo had children, did they have a big house? But they died, didn't they? And the doctor later said something about cramped living conditions making it easy for malaria to virtually wipe out his family. So maybe Julie-Julie has a point. All his children had died because of being cooped up in one room. All except Udo. Udo - Kapsak would not ordinarily admit it but the truth is he misses the boy so much. Udo's full-faced smile. His quirky-chirpy ways. His innocent probing manner. Oh Udo! He'll be approaching five now. Five! A big baby!
Sighing noisily, Kapsak tries to put thoughts of his son out of his mind. He has not seen the boy in over three years. And maybe he has gone the way his brother and sisters went. No. Not likely. Awadamoto would have told him. Awadamoto - it's been a long time since Kapsak saw him.
Throwing on a shirt, Kapsak hurries off to the taxi rank in the business district.
"Kapsak, Kapsak!" Awadamoto cheers as his childhood friend approaches.
"Awadamoto! You have abandoned me!"
"Use that word lightly, Kapsak. You know who has done the most abandoning between me and you."
"But Awad, we live here in town together."
"Blame that wife of yours. I did not go to school and I don't like going near people who make me remember that all the time."
Kapsak has it in mind to say something good about his wife, but something else jumps to his mouth.
"Come Awad, what is Gestapo?"
"Gestafo?"
"No, Gestapo."
"Man, I don't know. Where did you hear it?"
"Eh, I heard it somewhere. How is the village?"
"Exactly as you left it."
"And ..."
"Eka Udo?"
"Yes. How is she?"
"How does it concern you? Anyway, I heard some big chief from her mother's village has taken her for his third wife."
"What of my son? Is it well with him?"
"You would have known if you had bothered to go and check on him. Look, it's my turn. I have to go else they'll load the passengers in another person's car. I'll tell your mother I saw you. Or maybe I shouldn't, since you did not even care to ask how she is doing."
Bawling out to passengers to climb into his ramshackle taxi, Awadamoto ambles off ...
It is pouring heavily when Julie-Julie returns. Outside, it is rain. Inside, it is confusion. Kapsak is at first happy to see her back safely. Then his happiness turns to anger as she carries on about what an exciting time she had. Finally his anger succumbs to her gentle caresses and passion rules their world ...
Julie-Julie shoots out at first light.
"I've got to see someone urgently, Kappy-Pappy."
Kappy-Pappy, that is my name now, Kapsak laughs to himself as he shuffles off to the construction site where he manages to earn a few bucks. On his way into the main yard, he ducks out of the way of a fast-moving four-wheel drive vehicle driven by an expatriate. Cursing lightly, he looks back to see the driver locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with luxuriant hair.
"No wonder he nearly killed me!" Kapsak spits out. "Early morning and he's already--"
His mouth remains open but the words dry up like the water taps of the city. The woman with the expatriate turns momentarily, perhaps to pick up something from the backseat. In that instant, Kapsak sees clearly the woman for whom he had left his first wife and forsaken his family and people ...
But he does not see the earthmover in front of him. Neither does he hear its powerful horns. And the driver of the earthmover does not see Kapsak ...
By the time someone notices the crushed figure lying by the roadside, a blackening pool of blood has begun to seep into the earth.
Comments
I enjoyed the simple style of the story, but found the..
I enjoyed the simple style of the story, but found the ending a bit tacked on, the resolution a bit too easy, even if it is dramatic.
More of the same from this guy - what is he, a death..
More of the same from this guy - what is he, a death specialist? Hes got an interesting style all the same but Id like to see something less macabre.
Simplistic, but otherwise okay.
Simplistic, but otherwise okay.
Elements of bright creativity here. However, I think the..
Elements of bright creativity here. However, I think the writer may have worked harder at the resolution. Look forward to seeing more from him.
Somewhat too straightforward, but otherwise, okay.
Somewhat too straightforward, but otherwise, okay.
Good but could have been better.
Good but could have been better.
Okay, generally. Its very much like reaL life.
Okay, generally. Its very much like reaL life.
Not too complicated so its easy to follow. These days,..
Not too complicated so its easy to follow. These days, thats an achievement.
A good story again from Crispin Oduobuk. As for his being a..
A good story again from Crispin Oduobuk. As for his being a death specialist, I find nothing wrong in it, because so were Hemingway and Kafka, most of the times. After all, the only thing you are assured of in life is death.
Fairly good story, but marred by lack of thematic..
Fairly good story, but marred by lack of thematic consistency and clarity.The writer appears more to be writing for himself than for others.
I think I agree with the last commentator. This is Oduobuks..
I think I agree with the last commentator. This is Oduobuks second story that I have read and I must say it wasnt quite as interesting as the first though, I admit, it might be that I just dont go in for these type of stories. Ill read the rest of his works and see what theyre like.
it was nice. the theme may not be new, but there is..
it was nice. the theme may not be new, but there is something to be said for the refreshing simplicity. the gestapo bit was amusing.
I truley dislike this story!
I truley dislike this story!
kind of forced - seemed to squeeze in reference to..
kind of forced - seemed to squeeze in reference to idealized old life just to being a serious point to the story; just a criticisim - however, would be better understood in context - "expatriate" must be ex- colonial (English, Dutch), etc, writing even this much tires me out...
I saw this story as an allegory Ill bet catching your..
I saw this story as an allegory Ill bet catching your spouse being intimate with someone other than you would feel a lot like being run over by a bulldozer.
Well-wriiten, short, and simple. Not a masterpiece, but not bad.
I really enjoy C.Os stories. They have a simplicity that is..
I really enjoy C.Os stories. They have a simplicity that is hard to drum up on demand.
Very good :)
this story was short and to the point ,it could have had a..
this story was short and to the point ,it could have had a stronger plot and ending .
serves him right. throwing away substance for form...
serves him right. throwing away substance
for form.
anyway thats what a lot of us do, going
for glamourous nothings that gives us
heartaches.
A simple but dramatic story
A simple but dramatic story
I think that the start of the story was very boring, not..
I think that the start of the story was
very boring, not much gong on, but at the
end the excitment i am used to from this
author kicked in. Not a good story but not
bad either.
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