GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo 

  Sunday was a beautiful day and the sunlight streamed through the huge patio doors, inviting us to get up and enjoy the day. But the night had been hot and we were feeling like more. So we stayed a while longer, at least until the usual phone call from Liam, thinking about breakfast as usual.
We were certainly much closer now and I really felt this lady was falling deeply in love with me. She has such a gentle and caring nature that exudes warmth. To feel this new deep emotion emerging from deep inside her I was not expecting to feel yet, if at all. But I sensed that she was on the verge of letting go and putting her future and life in my hands, in a simple trust.
Breakfast and the rest of the day passed with all the usual activities and mixing with new found friends. A nice cabaret show finished off the evening and we retired.

Monday and six days had passed already. It was starting to feel like home and being the most popular family had filled our days with enjoyment. Eve and I had crossed the final barriers and Liam was the first to notice the difference between us. At breakfast he came up to me at the bar and quietly asked "Have you two fallen in love yet?"
"I think she loves me." I whispered back.
His eyes said everything as he smiled back "I think so too!"

From then on, he was different with her. Much closer in conversation and even enjoying the occasional hug from her. Sometimes he would joke around and have a group hug while pushing our heads together for a kiss.
We became an attached family and Liam was never far from us. She would go off and play pool with him or sometimes to the gym workouts. Water and beach volley ball happened several times each day and the two off them were always in the thick of it, laughing and shouting. I spent many happy moments sat by the pool bar with friends and watching their fun.

It was the same bar I met Roger, or as friends called him 'Dodger'. Well schooled 'family' man in his sixties. For some reason he took quite a shine to me. Oh great I thought, another intellectual drunk. That was my first feeling when I saw his purple nose and yellowed eyes.
But what the hell, I would possibly never meet him again so why not listen to some of his ramblings.
Actually he was a very pleasant chappy. Made a few bob and bought some property further down the beach, where he spent his time when not at the hotel. His lifestyle though; Different live in girls (the loose sort), almost on a weekly basis and obviously, a great amount of booze. I could not help thinking that if his liver survived a few years more, he would die of aids instead, as its rife and almost 90% here amongst working girls. We saw two of his 'ladies' during the stay and young they may have been, but undoubtedly very sick as well.
He was certainly an interesting man to talk to though and had been around plenty in his very colourful life. His early years left at least six families mourning until diversifying into high tech and property as a business profession. I could definitely see the side of him that could snap your neck in a twitch if necessary, but too inebriated and brain dead to do anything but talk about old times now.
Over the days, I would find out many things from what intelligence remained in his liquidised gray matter.
Rather like me, Eve sees others and the way they interrelate as an interesting side show, which can sometimes be quite entertaining or amusing. And Roger, made us laugh a few times, often from a distance.

Tuesday is an early start again. We are flying up to Nairobi and then by car to where Eve is building the new house for her family. They gave us an early breakfast and the driver whisked us off to Mombassa airport for the eight forty five flight. In the short flight time, I was impressed by the fact they managed to pack in drinks, delicious sandwiches, newspapers and even hot towels. Certainly a very active flight Kenya Airways provide and very enjoyable.
The car was waiting when we arrived and after forty five minutes of chocking traffic, we eventually reached Nairobi suburbs and destination.

As locations go, brilliant open aspect in an expanding overspill area. The walls were built and roof trusses on, leaving just the doors, windows and tiling to be done. I was very impressed by the size and design of this sixty by thirty three bedroom bungalow. Must admit for five grand, I was expecting something smaller. The building gang of five were all busy working at their various tasks and hardly stopped to take notice after the formal introductions. I spoke with the site foreman as Eve went about cracking the whip over the workers with what sounded like a great deal of telling off. Seeing her in action soon explained how one such small lady had designed, sourced and overseen the building of this place.

After looking around the inside with curved arches and en-suite bedroom, it was obvious she had thought of everything when designing it. Now all that was needed would be a lot of plastering, a tiled floor and some glass in. Just shows you what can be done in a few months without any modern technology, just a lot of brute force, energy and guidance.
Kind of reminds me of the way I re-built my house in UK three years ago.
It gave me new angles of thought into building up a property portfolio here. With the protection of my family friends and her ability to oversee it all like a true foreman, it would be comparatively easy and without the complications others endured. And, I know it will suit Liam when he is a little older plus secure his financial future. Which would be very difficult to do in the UK.

Liam was suitably impressed, even though the site was very 'third worldish'. He asked loads of questions on the journey home about land sizes and costs of building. In fact we spoke of little else as we drove back through the small communities.
Suddenly, everything came to a standstill as in front of the car, we could see a young man dressed only in shorts, being chased and hit with twigs. Eve explained that he was a thief, probably stealing something small from a stall. This was the way of disgracing them into apology for their wrong doing. We watched as the fracas continued with one or two locals giving him a kick on his legs or slapping his bare arms and shoulders. In a way I thought of how much better this sort of justice worked. The thief, after being suitably disgraced and taken a not too hard a beating, would make amends and the entire community would be at peace again. No police, no courts or prison. No problem!
Try that in UK!! The police would arrest the whole village for hitting the thief!! The thief would claim compensation and be financially secure for life!! Wow, what a chronic system. Yes, I think I could do business here.

We got to the airport early and just as well, for when we checked in they offered us first class seats on the late early flight about to leave. Of course we humbly accepted there offer and enjoyed a superb flight back to Mombassa only this time with oysters and champagne. Eve had phoned ahead to let our driver know and he was duly waiting at the airport to whisk us back to dinner and an evenings entertainment by the pool.
The day had been exhausting, but I had this huge glow inside of me that just kept pumping out more energy. We sat with a large family from somewhere in the north of England. The mother of the tribe was celebrating and we got invited to join them. They were a happy bunch of middle aged to elders, who just took an instant shine to Eve and it was not long before she was up dancing with the two elder women. They loved it, in fact we all did and left eventually for bed feeling very happy indeed.

Today started out okay. A heavy shower around ten that sent everyone scurrying for cover and made a mess of the towels. I had just settled down to a pot of tea on the sun bed and chatting to Roger the dodger as Eve and Liam had gone for a work out in the gym. Then came the phone call. It was from my employee back home saying Eliza was outside and wanted into the house. By force if necessary.
I had warned her explicitly not to create any problems to spoil our holiday, but as usual, she had. Apparently, her landlord had phoned asking if he could show an interested purchaser around the apartment. She knew it was up for sale but also that her lease was secure for a while longer yet. What did she do? Got this insane idea that she was going to be on the street within days and phoned housing who she understood to say, if she wanted a quick council house she should become homeless. So, she rang the utility companies and cancelled all the water, gas, electric, phone and internet. Thinking that she would move back here, I would throw her out and she would be homeless and get a council place.

It took several hours and cost me a fortune in phone calls, but eventually, the police were called and they could not prevent her forcing entry if necessary. So she moved back in that day, though without all her belongings. What a stupid upset in the middle of a splendid holiday. Another thing Liam will not forgive her for, as he reckons she deliberately tried to spoil our holiday. He was in a very angry mood for the rest of the day. It sure put the dampers on things and I was furious that this woman was still causing me headaches and money on bizarre whims.
One thing it did bring forwards though was the definite need to start divorce proceedings, as that is the only way I shall ever be free from her unexpected actions and demands.

Eve tried to pacify me during the rest of the day and said it was better to think things through and wait until returning to UK before sorting the mess out. Me, I had my own ideas and later that night while Eve peacefully slept, I sent some of my own black magic to make her stay in my house as unenjoyable as possible.