Zaituni is an amazing girl. Zaituni knows how to do her job. Zaituni can even do hair. Zaituni and JB get along just fine. These are praises I’d hear often from Nelliah about her help. Oh sorry. DM. That’s what they are called nowadays. Yes. Her DM. Domestic Manager. She had stayed with her for a bit and was very patient, loving, caring, I mean she was an angel. She could hardly do no wrong. I had met her countless times with Nelliah as they went to church together on Sundays. My friend trusted her with her whole life, that included JB, her son.
I once talked to Miss Zaituni and she told me lots of stories about her hometown and how it was always her dream to come to Kenya. One of her relatives was hooking her up with a job to go to one of those Middle Eastern countries but no her dream was to see Nairobi city and that was satisfaction enough. Period.
Well, days went by, weeks, perhaps even months. It was an ordinary day, she woke up, as usual prepared a meal for the family before heading to church with Nelliah’s son. Usually it was custom for her to go for the second service with JB then Nelliah would follow later for the last service of the day.
So on this particular day after Nelliah got to church, she took her child and went home with him. Zaituni was left in church to do some extra curricular activities. Oh so we thought. Kumbe(oops there is no certain English word for that) she decided to disappear. And disappear she did. We looked for her everywhere. From the church to the nearby shops to just literally everywhere. She had vanished. Gone. She was nowhere to be found.
Nelliah even asked her friends if they knew where she was. Unfortunately she had become a needle in a hay stack.
Following day thankfully she was found after quite a long search. Albeit looking confused and all. Here is the funny part, she didn’t remember my friend’s name, neither did she remember where her house was. She’d been “roaming around looking for it”. How odd. Remember she had been in Nairobi for a few months. How long does it take for one to understand the city, to be more specific the hood they live in? She was housed by Nelliah on that night as she had nowhere else to go. She was to go back home the following day.
So I sat down with Nelliah next day and she explained to me how she got lost because Zaituni was being haunted. Here’s the thing she believed that there were evil spirits following her and that made her lose her mind and her direction. I kept thinking ” is that the best you could come up with?” If you wanted to leave, you are at liberty to do so. Let me not imagine how my friend felt when she heard that.
In the midst of all that confusion, Nelliah decided to call the security guards to help her get Zaituni out of the house. Mind you, Zaituni had locked herself in her bedroom, refusing to come out. What would you do in such a scenario? Funny thing when the guards came to the house and asked what was going on, Nelliah described to them the whole incident.
Apparently Zaituni used to randaranda everywhere, so she was known. Oh yes she had a boyfriend. JB could not be put in this mess, so whether she liked it or not she had to go. She finally was escorted out and was well on her way back to Uganda
This makes me think though, how well do we know our domestic managers? Perhaps she was telling the truth or maybe it was just for show. We don’t know and we will never know. Why? She went back to her hometown and I really hope we won’t have to speak of this again.