In the book, it wasn’t a family member.”Īt the car rental desk on the lower level of Seattle Tacoma International, I ask for directions to the Déjà Vu strip club in Tacoma. In the book, though, it only happened once. I still remember the exact wording of the assignment I’d graded that Saturday-“I relate to the book because like Melissa, I have been raped. America’s impact had been in her leaving. She was the kind of skinny that startled, the kind of skinny that urged a quick note to the school nurse.īeyond that fleeting concern, America never called attention to herself. At fifteen, America had just hit five feet tall. I picture America, not as she might be now, but as she was then. The truth is that I haven’t heard from America in three years. Then there are the days I see her crouched in a protected nook of some downtown building, a ratty blanket around her shoulders. If I’ve had a good day, if I’m feeling optimistic about humanity, I imagine her smiling-maybe working in a coffee shop, a healthy fullness to her face. I picture America now-and the image shifts. With high school, there were always more troubles. Caring about their troubles and triumphs. In those days-before I had a child of my own-I gave more of myself to my job. Bruises mar their thin skins.Īmerica Perez still comes unbidden to my mind now and again. There is a display of nectarines, and I check if they are ripe. Sunday morning, I drop Chloe off for a play-date and take the opportunity to grocery shop without my two-year-old in tow. “We’d already been there for almost an hour. I sit up in bed, pulling the blankets close around my chest. He is trying to be cavalier, but I can hear tears in his voice.

“What was I supposed to do, call her over for a lap dance and say, ‘Hey, America. “Dancing?” I ask, though I already know the answer. “I was in a strip club with a bunch of guys from my platoon,” he begins. I speak quietly, so as not to wake Chloe in the next room.

Though it is after midnight, I hit the call button. So Fort Lewis is the real America? Is it the food, or all the camo? My former student has formed a habit of late-night calls and texts. That mother ameforgive hao bouncers waliua his only son pale Deja Vu coz she exactly knows hakuna justice hapa Kenya.When my phone jingles on my bedside table, I know it will be David. President Uhuru Kenyatta should arrest ALL club bouncers countrywide and shut down all night clubs.ĭeja vu death is not white or foreigner. So far, eight people including the club manager and two bouncers are in police custody pending further investigations.ĭeja Vu club bouncers beat up and killed a human being on 5th March for allegedly stealing a mobile phone and tried to conceal the crime.

“I wish they had taken him to the police that way I could visit him in jail,” an emotional Ms Njeri said. Read Also: Police Intensify Search For Civilian who Allegedly Shot Two Officers Inside Quiver Lounge The bereaved mother told K24 that though she had forgiven her son’s killers, she wished that they had reported him to the police instead of taking his life. He also had blood clots all over the body,” she intimated. His head appeared as though it had been hit with a blunt object. Ms Fataki said that an autopsy report revealed that her brother had suffered multiple injuries as a result of blunt force trauma. His sister, Anne Fataki, told K24 that his kin’s body was collected by cops based at the Kileleshwa Police Station after which it was booked at the City Mortuary as “unknown”. Read Also: Suspect in Quiver Lounge Shooting Dickson Mararo to Face Murder Charges After Victim Died The departed is said to have been beaten for at least three hours after which his body was dumped a few metres from the joint. It is, however, unclear if it the same phone that the deceased is alleged to have stolen. One of the people in the room is heard saying that a friend of his by the name of “Shiko” had lost her phone. In a video too brutal to be shared here, Charlie is seen being tortured by people now said to be Deja Vu bouncers.

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