Kenya, July 2 -- I didn't hesitate when my wife informed me that she was going to her cousin's house in Roysambu to assist with organising a wedding shower. I even provided her fare and assisted her in carrying her overnight bag to the stage. I was unaware that my devoted wife was actually planning to spend the night with Njoroge wa Makaa, the charcoal vendor who lives a few plots from our gate in Githurai 44.I had been experiencing an odd feeling for some time. My wife had changed. She avoided making eye contact with me, was always on her phone, and apparently had no time for me, not even to give me a hug. Talks and food would be cooler when I returned home. When I discovered a pink headscarf behind our car seat one day, it was the last straw. When I questioned her, she laughed and dismissed the fact that it wasn't hers. To read more click here.
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