Though I was overwhelmed with grief, I had to remind myself that I was a man but most of all; be strong for Jane’s family.
“How could you have the guts to come here you murderer,” Sarah shouted at me during the burial ceremony.
Her words pierced my already, shattered heart. Her mother tried to defend me and I was led out of the church.
Sarah was right I had taken the leading role in killing her sister, maybe not with my hands but with my tongue that dared to lie. The three other ‘villains’ had no strength to come and rest her ashes.
It all started as an April fools day prank that left one of us dead and marked the end of a band!
Kenyatta University class of 98′ is remembered to date for planning one of the most gruesome strike in Kenya but very few people remember the literature band that took that entertained the university.
We made the band; Jessica, Alvin, Newton, Jane and I. We were just the four of us. So strong was our band and friendship that even after clearing campus, we went on.
Jane was the lead singer. She was beautiful not only physically but also at heart. I loved her; we were planning to get married the subsequent year.
On April fools day 2001, we were meeting as a band for rehearsals. Jane was late and as we waited for her we planned to pull on her a prank.
When she arrived thirty minutes later, I told her that I wanted to see her privately after the session which she obliged.
“Today I went to the V.C.T and did my HIV test … I am sorry … I am … po…positive,” I pretended to stutter: All this while I had my recorder on.
“Oh my God, what have you done to me … what will … oh …” she freaked and quickly dashed out of the rehearsal room.
On her way she met the rest of the band who made matters worse by telling her they knew what was going on and they would support her.
Her eyes had almost gotten out of their sockets all to the band’s amusement. I met with the rest of the band later and we laughed our hearts out.
I went home with a promise to my band that I would call her and make things straight.
On my way home, Jane called me but I was in a noisy bus. I could not quite hear what she was saying. I hanged up and wrote her a message that I would call her later in the night.
At ten O’clock in the night I called her but she had switched off her phone. At midnight I tried calling her again but she still was out of reach.
I had an early day the following day so I slept and promised myself I would talk to her during the day.
It was evening and all my frantic efforts to call her were fruitless. I called her office but the secretary told me she had not seen her all day.
I was now getting scared. I called the rest of the band members and requested them to help me find her.
When we met for rehearsals later in the evening, I noticed my friends were looking at me strangely.
“What’s that look,” I asked
“Its Jane, she is in hospital” Jessica whispered.
There were no rehearsals that day. We dashed to Mater hospital to see her. I did not know why she was even there. She was well when I last saw her. Luck was on our side and we were allowed to see her.
I almost cried when I saw my angel’s weak body.
“Baby you have to fight for us,” I whispered to her.
She simply shook her head as if to say no.
“When you get out of here, we will have a beautiful wedding and about yesterday, don’t worry. It was just a prank … so you see we are ok,” I choked on my tears.
Suddenly I could see her face brighten, it was as if she wanted to smile. She grasped my hand gently.
“I lo…ve …” she tried to say.
I asked her to quit trying because she would be ok. She nodded her head to say yes.
I was later told by her John, his brother that Jane had tried to commit suicide because she thought she had Aids!
It was the longest night for me and the band. In the midst of the night I had a nightmare and I woke up to whisper a prayer for my angel Jane.
Early the next day I got a call from Jane’s mother. She had breathed her last. At 2:00 am to be precise.