Kenya, July 7 -- "I'm pregnant, baby." All I said was that. He gave me a startled look, remained silent, and then burst out laughing. Not the silly, affectionate chuckle I was accustomed to. It was dry and frigid. Then, leaning back, he spoke the words that broke my heart: "Huwezi zaa hii mimba unajua." "Basi sahau mimi kabisa, kama hutatoa." As simple as that. An embrace was absent.
No enquiries. Rather than "How are you feeling?" I was left looking at the door as he grabbed his keys and left my bedsitter. We weren't wed. Even we weren't that serious. Unspoken attachment, vitu za watu wazima, sporadic sleepovers, and hazy emotions are just for lovers. We had no intention of having a child. But when it did happen, I hoped that he might actually turn up. I was mistaken. I spent hours sitting on the floor that night. I kept my stomach in place. I sobbed till my throat became parched. I felt afraid. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.