My 10 Year Ordeal with a Paranoid Woman: Part 2:

She was in Sotik and I was in Nairobi. We conversed over the phone and arranged for her to come over to my place in the City. She didn’t hestate, she immediately agreed to the idea and made plans to travel. I send the fare; she did not eat it.

On the material day, I went to pick her from Afya Center; the central connection point between city people and those from shags.

I was happy she arrived safely; we boarded an Olokisse Sacco Matatu heading to Rongai, which was my humble abode by then. In my heart, I was more than happy; at least did not only have a wife but a childhood companion whom I cherised even in my childhood.

What I did not know however was that she was going to be a source of my sorrow for close to 10 good years. I still remember this day because I still curse it to-date. I regret why...