Kenya, July 7 -- It started on a Thursday night. The kitchen sink was full when I got home from work. My hubby was dozing on the couch. He was still wearing his work boots. I didn't voice any complaints. Like any other exhausted Nairobi wife, I just wrapped a leso around my waist and went to work. Something dropped from the heap of clothing he had thrown next to the washing basket while I was cleaning the sufuria.
I grabbed it up without giving it any thought. It was my panties. Not just any, though. Along the edge, there was some dried blood and an odd dark brown stain. My heart skipped a beat. A peculiar air immediately blew past me. Even though I was alone, I felt like someone was breathing down my neck. I went cold. Then I heard someone speak. I'm certain I did. It wasn't noisy. Neither was it a whisper. It originated deep inside me. "Usioshe hiyo," it said. Usiitupie. Weka chini. To read more click here.
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