The Junction of morality and survival.

I sat on my small bed with my phone in hand. It’s a little double-decker I share with my three children. I sleep on the lower bunk with my daughter, and my two sons take the upper one.

They were seated on the old three-seater couch, my kids, watching TV. It was my friend Annie who had given me the brown couch, the 21" TV, the bed, and the bedding. I was starting life afresh, in after a decade of marriage and three certificates duplicated to their father to show for it.

My name is Gladys. Tonight, I stand at the junction of morality and survival.

I met my husband John while in campus. I was in my third year, volunteering as a clerk in a small firm in Nairobi. My job was pretty much punching holes in papers...