Kenya, July 22 -- I never imagined that I would compose something of this nature. But I was almost ruined by stillness. Eunice is my name. For precisely three months and twelve days, I was married. No, I wasn't beaten by him. He wasn't dishonest. He abstained from alcohol. Nevertheless, I ended up on a matatu at six in the morning, holding a purse and sobbing quietly into my lap. My marriage dissolved on that day, and I can still smell the dust on my bag and the rain.Everything happened quickly when we first met. He was incredibly quiet, kind, and lovely. We only dated for five months before he asked me to marry him. By the time I was twenty-eight, everyone around me was getting married or engaged. I believed I had prevailed. The majority of the guests at our intimate wedding were family and close friends. However, I did observe something that day. I never got a grin from his mother. She didn't say hello to my folks. To read more click here.
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