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22/02/2024

Discover the List of Best Fitness Centres in Eldoret. Find top gyms with state-of-the-art facilities, expert trainers, and a variety of fitness classes to meet your health and wellness goals. Start your fitness journey today!

16/08/2023

In Kenya, there are many different types of fences you can choose from. We will explore the top 10 most popular types of fences in Kenya!

30/07/2023

Starting a five-star hotel from scratch may seem like an impossible feat, but for Kimani, it all began with a simple plate of githeri.

08/07/2023

Looking for house help agencies in Nairobi? Worry no more because Nairobi has hundreds of house help agencies ready to supply you with reliable house helps.

29/05/2023

Narudia tena, msiwai oa dem ako na mtoi😂😭😭😭😭😭

08/05/2023

Ni msanii yupi alifariki
Lakini bado ngoma zake
Zinakumbukwa😭😭

12/01/2023

There are lots of plastic packaging companies in Kenya, that are focused on improving the economics and quality of plastics recycling and driving innovation

05/01/2023

Ringa na jina ya lastborn wenu k**a unampenda ❤❤❤

04/01/2023

Naomba jina la mtoi wa k**e linaloanza na T😈

04/01/2023

K**a Mungu ni muhimu kuliko hio simu yako sema Asante MUNGU 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

29/12/2022

A shocking amount of money will hit your account before December ends in Jesus name.

29/12/2022

If you are thinking of starting boiled eggs and smokie business in Kenya, well, that could be your biggest boss move.

25/12/2022

This was the last call she made, and told me that her phone was going off but she wasn't far. She assured me that in the next five minutes she should be alighting at the stage. Every time my wife comes back from the village, she's usually loaded so I pick her up at the stage always, if I don't then I will be talking to myself for not less than three days. It's 6:56pm and the night is begging, I can trace the innocent birds seeking shelter again. Everyone in the street seems so busy as usual as the wind surpasses them in some hurry. It's Sunday. Tomorrow is Monday again, she should be here anytime so we can go home and rest before Monday calls and the employer seeks results or else you go back to the village!
So am just taking a stroll around Afya centre, waiting for Veronica. So every North rift that drops by, I check through it to trace Veronica before she misses me here and I talk to myself in the car all way home. But I have been checking the past three vehicles and not one is she in. But she will be here anytime. Veronica is my wife, she is beautiful, strong, and a good cook! Every time she cooks this traditional leaves makes me feel like I wana pay dowry again. She's nice, a hardworking woman, prayerful, obedient and patient. We have been married for some years, without a child. But we still hope and believe that soon we shall, and that our days of better lie right ahead, so we keep praying, we keep Believing And Keep loving.
It's 7:20pm, and not yet have I traced Veronica, but she's fine I know. Everyone lies about time sometimes so this should not be the reason to crucify Veronica. So I keep waiting, chatting with some people around me, talking politics a little, but my eyes fixed just to make sure Veronica doesn't escape my eyes just in case she alights. I keep trying her number, though she said her phone is shutting down, I still do it just to boost my hope. And it's still not going through. So I keep waiting, moving a little, but still keeping my focus on the incoming vehicles!
8:01pm, am now getting worried. Peace is deserting me and sweat taking the better part of me. This has never happened, Veronica has never done this. She has never said five minutes to mean more than one and a half hours. Not Veronica, not my wife. I decide to be a little bit more patient and the Nairobi cold gives me the company. It's unusual though, it's very unusual. But you never know about our roads, maybe a puncture, yes! Maybe, maybe, just maybe something happened, but that something shouldn't be big enough. Yes! Veronica is fine, she will be home, nothing will happen to her, nothing. I love this woman, I just do, not just a little, but so much. She's my world, My everything, the woman I see every evening after work and still wana see her tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after the day after, and forever, till death is casted, then that shall be my woman!
It's 8:52pm. And am very worried now, I rush to the North Rift office, After a few calls they assure me that only two vehicles are coming from Bungoma Kenya. One is just passed Eldoret, and another one as they say "ilichemka" and it's been down for the past hour. And just right there a call comes in and the vehicle suspected to "chemka" is coming and they assure that less than twenty minutes, it will be here. Wow! That makes me happy, so I leave the office and sit on the bench outside, expecting Veronica in less than twenty minutes.
My head is pilled with questions though. Those I will ask Veronica as we head home. She will be late, but to see me worried, she will will laugh and tell me that Baby you worry too much. Then I will pretend not have worried at all. Some silence, then she will hold on my shoulder and say what she always say "I love you". I miss Veronica. She's been in the village through the weekend and it felt like years. A matatu pulls in, that should be her! I jump from the bench and head it's direction. People alight in a hurry, and am there checking inside the vehicle. A call comes in, from Veronicas mother. She never calls me unless she has called Veronica a thousand times without merit. She wants to know if her daughter is home, so I check in the matatu again! No Veronica, I pull my head out, then inside again, not Veronica, not my wife inside! And my mother in law is calling again! Veronica, I thought you said 5 minutes!! {Comment with F to get the update of the next part or follow this link}}} https://bit.ly/3BV0akT

21/12/2022

K**a Hauna pono kwa simu Mungu akubariki na pesa 😘😘

21/12/2022

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19/12/2022

Sorry for fake phones 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂
Original phone let's press 7 till it turns ⅞⅞⅞⅞⅞⅞

14/12/2022

09/12/2022

If you're looking for the best SACCOs in Kenya, you've come to the right place. In this blog post, we will discuss the 5 best SACCOs in the country and what

01/12/2022

wHo is always texting you everyday to make sure you're okay🫂🫀🫁🥺

25/11/2022

In this article, I will walk you through the different stages of starting a fast food business in Kenya.

24/11/2022

Unaeza ambia nini wale wanaofuatilia maisha yako😭😭💔💔

19/11/2022

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀:

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗬.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 16, 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘛𝘸𝘰, 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘛𝘸𝘰, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 -𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝗦𝗼, 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁'𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹 -𝗞𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗮!

𝘜𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘊- 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘺, 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 '', 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 .𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵-𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘨𝘶, 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘬𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.

𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦? 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨?

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
My the then husband turned a monster; a devil incarnate. He could beat me for no conceivable reason whatsoever. He brought in clandestines right to my doorstep. My house girl turned out to be the ones warming our matrimonial bed.

One day, I bent down under the sofa, took a nappy and I cried, gnashed my teeth because of what I saw! Mucus like liquid. I mean the after co**al stuff which he and his newly found lover used to wipe their nether regions! My word!
Soon, he would move houses, come home drunk in a weekend of carousal, completely intoxicated with insults, expletives, profanities and invectives I have never heard in the whole wide world. I thought I was married to a gentleman only to realize that he masqueraded as one.
My relatives and indeed my parents looked for me, combing every valley, mountain and hillock. I was not anywhere to be found. When they closed in on us, and he knew that it was a matter of time before getting nabbed for marrying an underage, destroying my education, he fled leaving me with a neonate. A life of hand to mouth! I also left and decided to save his skin. I took an ID with some added years which was not y actual age to ensure that I saved him the long years of cooling heels in a cold prison for sleeping with a minor and more so impregnating her. This worked magic. So we reunited. The evil that he meted against me was unfathomable. The insults unprintable. The fun, the expensive jokes about my newly baby fat body physique, the teasing of my parents and background. Totally nauseating. Then one day he moved out. Packed everything. I was left with a baby, Collins.
And so I saw death with my very own eyes. Want. Napalms of starvation. Suffering. Baby cries. I felt unloved and not worthy of living. Then I heard stories. My best friend had taken him. In a series of cheating escapades, I could never bring myself to believe that people can be so evil more so a friend betraying you. But It was the truth. You know truth is painful and is like paying maternity bills to a woman you don't love anymore. He actually had never taken me to maternity nor bothered to check on us. His friend took us to hospital. In the tumultuous miasma of confusion, I found myself pregnant once more for him because of his nagging nature, always stalking me, forcing himself into me and demanding conjugal rights. I gave birth to my second born. Definitely, he had remarried. I was beaten into a pulp every time I asked what exactly I did to deserve what I went through.
The climax of it all was being chased away like a rabid dog unhealed. Worse of it all, he took my two children with whom he denied me access. I tried FIDA, Children's courts, offices to no avail. Some make fun of me. Others tease me. Bureaucratic delays. Bribery. Character assassination. All the frustrations drove me to Tik -Tok dancing myself lame to relieve stress. One time I removed my turban. I feel like a wreck. A shipwrecked monister walking on this terra firma. An elephant wobbling around with limbs of a mosquito. Heavy laden. Words escape me when I pray.
Recently I dated a married man with whom I delivered off twins. Unfortunately, this man has not only tormented me but also formed a Whatsapp group with a cabal of evil ring that downplays any milestone I make, stalks me, character assassinates me, recruits more enemies against me and above all damage any relationship I try to establish.
Maybe blessings or a harbinger for more disaster in the offing. Out there, I am judged harshly, trolled, my posts shared, emoticoned, ridiculed yet he is hailed as a paragon of virtues, a citadel of integrity, even being conferred Head of State Commendation. I may not know if justice exists in this world but I know God loves me. While leading praise and worship in these media houses, he comes out as an angel demonstrating all qualities of a saint. Yet life out here, indeed depression is taking me faster than Formula One Driver!
Yours in Torment,
Ruth Wa Mum.