Kenya, Aug. 4 -- I had faith in love once. That all-consuming, blind love that forces you to give up everything. And I did. I devoted everything I had to a man who abandoned me emotionally, spiritually, and almost physically. We were married in a church. Vows, full mass, everything.
The type that makes people shed happy tears. I was fortunate, according to my mom. My pals declared me the winner. They were unaware that the man I was referring to as "my husband" would eventually have an affair with my biological sister on the eve of our wedding anniversary.
Usiku wa anniversary yetu, really. He was in our guestroom, sweating and groaning on top of my younger sister as I was arranging his favourite supper and adorning the chamber with rose petals. When I smiled and opened the door, I was met with a spectacle that left me in a million pieces. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.