The Choirmaster (A Spiritual Tragedy)

When Michael arrives in Mud Valley, New York, to teach music, he encounters one Eva Joseph who shepherds him to Mud Valley Church, where his musical talents blossom overnight. The evangelizing power of his gospel music is an instant blessing to the church; church coffers and pews soon overflow. But Michael’s spiritual gifts soon turn into a curse to the congregation. His undoings are his malleable nature, easygoing manners, and big persona on the music stage.

Four spinsters within the congregation are in contention to domesticate Michael, and prospective mothers-in-law are exhausting their recipes, throwing weekly dinners for him and his choir. But Eva, a poor girl with no particular ancestral pedigree, has pitched her tent in Michael’s heart, knowing that, at his core, Michael is human, weak. Constantly attacking Eva’s flanks is Jane Caleb, the daughter of socialite Risper Caleb—a mother whose dedication to the interests of her daughter make a joke of Mrs. Burke in the show Keeping Appearances.

When Jane suddenly hosts Michael in the Caleb mansion overnight, rumor mills run amok. Smitten and vengeful, Eva falls on one Saul the Snake. Violated, Eva walks away with the weighty secret, and quickly traps Michael. A dejected Pastor David blesses the union, hoping to end the infighting over Michael’s heart among powerful families in his congregation. However, Michael's marriage to Eva fails to douse Jane’s passion. No wonder, three years later, Jane and Michael are caught in a tryst. Amid the uproar, Jane bites the apple, with Pastor David’s acquiescence, and Risper Caleb gets her wish, eventually.

Mrs. Kay David’s question, “What mother celebrates when her daughter snatches a man from his wife? What church community readily honors such a celebration unless her children drank the milk of perdition?” well captures the tragedy in her husband’s church.

Joseph R.Alila.

The Thirteenth Widow (A Novel): The Story (Part 2)

You, Tom Okoth, accepted your new circumstance as a two-woman man, and you drowned the sounds of protests and disagreements from your friends and family in alcohol and more alcohol, and before you knew it, waking up in houses of widows, near and distant, became a habit; before you knew it, waking up in emergency wards with stitches across your face became normal; before you knew, it inheriting widows became a habit; before you knew it missing school became a habit. With a few years you lost your job: first as the headmaster of Soko Intermediate School, then as a teacher. Chief Omolo, your “friend,” chaired the school board that sacked you. At a local bar, he fed you some beer then hired a cyclist to drop you somewhere behind your home. What a fried you had in Chief Omolo! You left home the day after, never to return for another three years!

You never returned home the day after the sack, not because of your shame as the man and headmaster of a school who had drunk away his job, but because you met a jewel bedecked, pearly mermaid in a Homa Bay hotel. Yes, you met the mythical mermaid, except yours was not a myth. She was a real woman with flesh and blood: She was intelligent, ingenious, and beautiful, and apparently wealthy. That was your mermaid. The morning after you met, you thought she was not real; she had suited you and dumped thousands of shillings on you. Her name was Luna Green. She hence gave you the name Mr. Tom Green. You were her new husband, and more. You had found yourself in Luna’s arms in a classy hotel in Homa Bay, where you’d landed the day after the sack, having filed an appeal against your dismissal by your school’s board at Ndhiwa KNUT (your local teaching trade union) office. Well, you had filed your case, then visited Homa Bay to drown your shame—once and for all—in the may many bars in town. Then you met the mermaid known as Luna Green. By midmorning of the morrow, you (now Mr. Tom Green) were touring the waters of Lake Victoria in Luna’s personal motorized boat, The MV Lunar Rock.

A week later into the whirlwind of a tour, dazed, dazzled and believing that you’d met a mermaid out of the Lolwe, you wedded Luna or she married you (if you get my Luo sense of the verb ”marry”) in Ahero Town—some bishop presiding. A day later, you were in a dreamy mansion in Ngong—that famous land of the Maasai. You would lead a dreamy three-year life as the husband of Luna the Gemstone dealer. By the end, that came, suddenly, you’d a degree in business administration.

Then your life with the gem dealer known as Mrs. Luna Green came to a screeching halt, when she disappeared while in advanced pregnancy with your child. Within a short order you watched and listened as Green Gems Inc crumbled. The mansion you called yours was put on sale by creditors of Green Gems Inc. Apparently still controlling events from her hideout, Luna, willed that you be paid 39000 shillings, and that you left home immediately. In no way were you to leave with any other clothes except the ones on your back.

Scared, you scampered off with your life after a brief enquiry with Nairobi Police let you know that there was no person in Kenya known as Luna Green or Tom Green. Even you didn’t exist. If you had suspected that Luna was a genie or mermaid, you’d no more reason to doubt. You’d be back to Korondo Village to your longsuffering wife and your children, never to use the name Tom Green again. In three years, you, Tom Okoth, had travelled to hell and heaven and back to another round in hell!

(To be continued).

Birthright (A Luo Tragedy)

Literary Breakthrough:Joseph R. Alila's newest novel BIRTHRIGHT (a Luo Tragedy),ISBN 13: 978-1456382254(see here http://www.amazon.com/Joseph-R.-Alila/e/B002QD5TDM) has been adopted by an IVY League School to be part of its African Cultural Anthropology curriculum.

Birthright (A Luo Tragedy)

When you read JR Alila's novel, BIRTHRIGHT (A Luo Tragedy), you feel the pain and hear the groans of a hurting Aura, smell the refuse of a rural people, feel the shame of a father who continues to walk with a moral baggage, feel the solitude of a rogue woman who has set her son on a path to hell, empathize with a son who has been shortchanged by his father, feel the suspense felt by a young woman who is gradually sinking into a quagmire as she awaits the return of rescurer who has gone for a fishing pole, and hear the cry of angst of a young woman who realizes that the bird in her hands is untouchable, after all. That is a tragedy! READ it here: http://www.amazon.com/Joseph-R.-Alila/e/B002QD5TDM