Faustina woke up at 3 in the morning. She slept the dead, dreamless sleep of those who could not afford nightmares. It was a few seconds before she heard the ring. Loud noises were worse than confronting the dark.
She got up and walked to the kitchen. The special branch car had stopped right in front of it when they arrested her. She got her house back after she was released.
“Hello?” Faustina said.
“Yes mama. Are you Mrs. Faustina Nyanga?”
“Yes I am. Who is this?” Faustina said.
“My name is Makau, I’m a taxi driver. A woman here told me to call you and that you would tell me where to take her. It might be Milasi, she is unconscious now. It is only because I remember your name that I have not taken her to a hospital.”
“Is she breathing?” Faustina asked.
“Yes. She was very tired. Her shoes were worn to the heel. She might have walked from the general’s home.”
“Take her to Dandelion Street, Nairobi West, 4th house on the left. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes I do.”
“I will meet you there. Thank you, Mr. Makau.”
Faustina drove at far past the speed limit. She got to George’s house as dawn broke. This is where she had hidden Mimi. On her way there she had worried that Mimi had told Jeshi about it but dismissed the thought. Mimi was not stupid.
A taxi was parked in front of the house. George stood at the door as she got out of her car. She squeezed his arm and went to her daughter lying on the couch. The leather almost swallowed her whole. She looked like Jamila had in the early days. Her feet were badly blistered but she was fine. It was just exhaustion.
“She will be fine. Makau took good care of her.” George said.
“It is nothing. She came out of the forest, Karura. I was parked outside a bar. She signaled me from across the road and then gave me the instructions.” Makau said. He was standing close to the door.
“Did anyone else see her?” Faustina asked.
“Thank you so much.” Faustina said.
“Please no. I lived in Zanzibar for years in fear. Now I am back in my country because of you and your husband. I must go back.” Makau said.
George let him out and they spoke outside. Faustina got Mimi out of the dirty and torn clothes and covered her in a warm blanket. Right then and until Mimi woke up, she only had love for her daughter. The anger would have to wait.
Mimi was settled in one of the bedrooms. George and Faustina sat in the living room. George was a British expatriate that worked with Faustina’s husband. He had remained her closest friend.
“They will deport you for sure this time.” Faustina said.
“Who? Your socialist president that thinks negritude is a racist slur?” George said, “We’re getting too old for this. I don’t think I can stomach another revolution.”
“Nonsense, I could go for a little more nerve damage.” Faustina said.