Zawadi ya Ushindi
By R. Mtobwa
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R. Mtobwa
The late Ben Mtobwa was one of Tanzania’s most prolific and prominent novelists. He was one of the founders of the popular novel in Swahili and is best know for his series of adventure novel featuring the investigator Joram Kiango.
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Zawadi ya Ushindi - R. Mtobwa
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Sura ya Kwanza
SHANGWE na vigelegele ambavyo viliutoka umati huu mkubwa vilipaa hewani na kujaza anga lote. Sauti za kila aina zilitamkwa kwa kila rangi kiasi kwamba zilitoa kelele, si kelele za shangwe tena bali mngurumo ambao uliitetemesha ardhi. Naam, ilikuwa siku ya furaha, siku ambayo haitasahaulika, siku ambayo wazee waliusahau uzee wao na kujitoma uwanjani kifua mbele, wakikoroma mikoromo ambayo ilizaa ngurumo ya furaha; siku ambayo vijana waliikumbuka afya yao na kuihadharisha uwanjani kwa kurukaruka huko na huko huku midomo yao ikiimba nyimbo za ushindi, siku ambayo hata watoto waliukana utoto wao na kujikuta katikati ya wazazi wao wakipiga vigelegele na kucheka.
Naam, siku ya siku! Nani ambaye asingefurahi, siku ambayo mashujaa walikuwa wakirejea toka katika ile safari yao ndefu ya kumwangamiza nduli, fashisti, dikteta Iddi Amini ambaye alikuwa ameivamia nchi na kuyahatarisha maisha ya mamia ya wananchi wasio na hatia?
Magoma yaliendelea kupigwa ingawa mlio wake ulitawaliwa na vifijo na vigelegele hata usisikike kabisa. Wachezaji waliendelea kucheza na kuimba ingawa macho ya wachezaji yalikuwa juu, kila mmoja akiwatazama wanajeshi ambao walikuwa wakiteremka kutoka katika magari yaliyokuwa yakiendelea kuwasili. Wanajeshi hao walipowasili walijiunga na wenzao katika magoma na vigelegele.
Kila mara mtu mmoja au wawili walionekana wakiiacha ngoma ghafla na kumkimbilia kila mwanajeshi ambaye kutoka garini. Walimkumbatia na kuviringishana kwa furaha huku machozi ya faraja yakiwaponyoka na kuteleza mashavuni. Pengine alitokea mzee akajikongoja kumkimbilia mtu, alipomfikia alisita ghafla na kuduwaa huku moyoni akinong’ona siye
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Hali hiyo iliendelea kwa muda mrefu, lakini hatimaye ngoma zikatelekezwa na nyimbo kusahauliwa, kila mmoja akawa ama kamkumbatia huyu au kaduwaa akimtazama yule.
Waliolia kwa furaha walilia, waliocheka kwa faraja walicheka. Baadhi walitulia wakitetemeka kwa hofu, mioyo yao ikiwa na imani yenye shaka: Atafika kweli? Atarudi salama? Mungu atajua...
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Huyu aliteremka polepole, mzigo wake ukining’inia mgongoni. Kama wengine wote alikuwa amevaa mavazi rasmi ya kijeshi, mavazi ambayo yalimfanya aonekane si kama kichaka kinachotisha tu, bali kadhalika kama chui anayeranda baada ya kuliangamiza windo lake. Alikuwa akitabasamu. Au tuseme alifahamu mwenyewe kuwa anatabasamu kwani haikuwa rahisi kwa mtu baki kufahamu. Hakuwa mgeni katika mji huu wa Dodoma. Ingawa si mzaliwa wa hapa, miaka minne aliyoishi hapa, kama haikufaulu kumweka katika orodha ya wenyeji, basi ilimfuta katika ile ya wageni. Hivyo, hakuwa na shaka ya kupokewa na watu aliowafahamu. Akatazama huko na huko kwa shauku. Naam, haukupita muda kabla hajamwona mtu anayemfahamu. Mzee Filipo Matayo, mfanyakazi mwenzake, alikuwa akimjia. Akajiandaa kumpokea kwa kuongeza ukubwa wa lile tabasamu lake huku akipanua mikono amkumbatie. Lakini, ah! Mzee alimpita bila dalili yoyote ya kumfahamu. Alijaribu kumwita lakini sauti haikufua dafu miongoni mwa kelele nyingi zilizokuwepo. 'Pengine hakuniona!' Aliwaza.
Sasa alitokea Luoga, jirani yake, kijana, ambaye kila jioni walizoea kuketi mbele ya nyumba yake wakicheza karata au kuzungumza tu. Huyu alikuwa akimjia huku kamkazia macho. Hakuwa na shaka kuwa anamwona. Walipokutana Luoga aligutuka kidogo alipoona akikumbatiwa. Akaduwaa katika hali ya mshangao kwa kukumbatiwa na mtu ambaye hakumfahamu hata kidogo.
Samahani. Nadhani sijawahi kukuona,
alitamka baada ya kujikwanyua kutoka katika mikono hiyo yenye nguvu.
Hunifahamu?
mwenzake alihoji kwa mshangao. Hukumbuki? Humkumbuki mwenzio Sikamona?
Luoga hakuyaamini masikio yake. Umesema nani? Sika! Ndio wewe Sika!
Alifoka badala ya kuuliza. Akamkazia macho kwa mara nyingine. Macho yake yalilakiwa na yote yale ambayo kwanza yalimtisha na kumshangaza. Sasa yalimhuzunisha na kumsikitisha. Kwa muda akajisahau akiwa kamkodolea macho kama anayedhani yanamdanganya na kuota ndoto za mchana.
Ah!
Ikamtoka baada ya kimya hicho kirefu Mungu ni mkuu!
Kisha, kama anayetoroka kitisho ama anayeepuka kutokwa na machozi hadharani, aligeuka na kuondoka taratibu huku kajiinamia.
Kitendo cha Luoga kilitonesha au kukumbusha jeraha ambalo Sikamona alikuwa ameanza kulisahau. Hapana, si kulisahau bali kujaribu kufanya hivyo, jeraha ambalo limekaa katikati ya roho na kuuvisha moyo wake msiba usiovulika wala kufarijika; msiba wa kupotelewa na kilicho chako na kuvishwa usichokitamani, kisichotamanika.
Yale mawazo ambayo yalikuwa yamemjia awali, mawazo ambayo angeweza kuyatekeleza kama si askari mwenzake kumwahi muda mfupi kabla ya kuyakamilisha ya kujiua, yakamrudia tena. Naam, ajiue. Angewezaje kuwakabili ndugu zake akiwa katika hali hii? Zaidi ya ndugu zake, Rusia! Angejitokeza mbele yake? Hapana asingekubali kushawishika tena. Lazima atekeleze. Lazima ajiue. Lazima... Akafoka kimoyomoyo huku akianza kuondoka kasi.
Alipenya kati ya umati huo mkubwa bila ya kujali chochote. Hakushughulika kujitambulisha kwa waliomjua. Hakujali alipomwona mtu au watu ambao aliwajua. Hakujali alipomwona mtu au watu ambao waliduwaa wakimtazama kwa mshangao. Wala hakutaabika kuwatazama wale ambao walikumbatiana na jamaa zao wakisherehekea kuonana tena. Alikuwa na yake. Alifanya haraka kwenda asikokujua, akafanye kile ambacho alikijua fika kuwa kingemtenga na macho ya walimwengu milele, na hivyo kumnyima hiyo fursa ya kuchekwa na kusikitikiwa kwa wakati mmoja.
Sasa alikuwa mbali kabisa na umati. Akasita kwa muda akijiuliza aende upande upi ambako angepata faragha tosha ya kulikamilisha lengo lake. Wapi? Makore? Tambuka Reli? Chamwino? Hapana. Vichochoro vya One Way vinatosha. Silaha? Akafurahi alipokumbuka kuwa bado alikuwa na silaha zake zote. Akaondoka na kuanza kuelekea One Way huku ameridhika kabisa.
Sika.
Akagutuka. Kisha alijisahihisha mara moja. Si yeye anayeitwa. Nani awezaye kumfahamu katika hali yake hii mpya aliyonayo? Hakudhani. Akaendelea na safari yake akiwa katika mwendo ule ule.
Sika.
Ilikuwa sauti ya kike. Yaelekea aliyemwita alikuwa akimkimbilia. Hata hivyo, hakujishughulisha kugeuka.
Sika!
Sasa hakuwa na shaka kuwa ni yeye anayeitwa, kwani mwitaji alikuwa amemfikia na kumshika mkono. Ndipo alipogeuka na kumtazama.
Rusia,
akafoka kwa mshangao, bila ya kufahamu anachokifanya. Kiumbe wa mwisho kati ya