Do For Love takes you to six different worlds and in each encounter love is the treasure everyone is seeking an, for some, it was meant to be for others they will do what it takes to make it be! If there is love at first sight, the opposite must be true.
Excerpt from May the Best Man Win:
The group suddenly emerged from the bushes and without warning, they lifted her off the ground despite her kicking and loud screaming as they sprinted towards Mwangi’s hut. They were one hill away from their destination when they encountered a group of seven tall and sturdy warriors at the riverbed.
“Get out of our way!” Mwangi barked.
“Give her to us then you will be free,” his brother replied.
Tension began building between the two groups as each man slowly reached for his weapon. Shiku remained quiet unsure and confused of how things would turn out. She hoped the brothers wouldn’t murder each other because she dearly loved them and already felt a burden of guilt because she was the reason for all that animosity.
“Let me take her to her parents,” Mwangi said and ordered his men to double back to Shiku’s home. Mwai and his gang were right behind them anxiously waiting for the right moment to strike but so did Mwangi’s group. The full moon illuminated the tiny paths in between the maize field as they soldiered on. Mwangi’s whistle gave his men the green light to switch into offensive against Mwai’s group and they descended on them with their clubs causing them to scatter into different directions but they regrouped and charged towards them wielding their heavy crude weapons. They exchanged blows as each group desperately fought to overpower the opponent and in the midst of the chaos, Shiku silently escaped and fled to her parent’s large hut. Her two younger sisters gawked at her like she was a ghost and her mother almost dropped the plates when she entered the hut. Shiku’s arms and legs were covered with bruises and grass and black jacks covered her short kinky hair.
“What happened?” Shiku’s mother asked while brushing the grass off her head.
“They fought again,” said Shiku nervously.
“That is nothing to be worried about. You know you are a blessed woman,” her mother assured her daughter in a soft but firm voice.
“But what will Father say? Won’t he get angry?” Shiku looked up to her mother.
Her mother assured her she would soften her father’s heart and retired to bed in the small hut just a few meters away from the main hut. Shiku immediately spread her brown goatskin on the earthen floor, put out the fire and lay deep in thought as her siblings snored. Shiku resented her father for the huge role he played in turning her lovers against each other because of his opportunistic and greedy nature. Her father secretly accepted hefty dowry from Mwangi and Mwai then left them to kill each other over Shiku as he watched the drama from afar. Who wouldn’t be if they had the most beautiful daughter in Magendo village? If only her father would allow her to make her own choice while, he squandered the dowry! However, would it be Mwangi or Mwai?
Mwangi wiped his sweaty forehead and retreated under a large avocado tree near his parent’s hut to shield himself from the midday sun. Mwai helped his father chop up the goat meat and stuffed it into a large pot then placed it on the flame between the three large stones where the firewood burned brightly.
“Mwangi!” his mother called out.
Mwangi joined the rest of the family as they indulged in the meat. She could tell out instinct and solid maternal experience that her sons were at loggerheads. The brothers barely spoke or looked at each other since morning.
“Why aren’t you speaking to each other?”