I’m not sure where to begin. because I believed for years that I was destined to fall in love and lose. In my hamlet of Nyandarua, people murmured behind my back that I was a lady with red thighs, kīero kītūne. My name is Wanjiku. That can seem odd to outsiders, but to the Kikuyu, it implies one thing. A lady who is a source of shame and bad luck or perhaps demise. At first, I didn’t think it was true.
Fell in love with Joseph at the age of 21. He proudly presented me to his family and was kind and friendly. Our wedding took place in a stunning chapel. He passed away at our house three months later after collapsing. It was his heart, according to the doctors. He had never been ill, though. Everyone came to comfort me, but I recall Joseph’s aunt giving me a scared expression. She said, “Just like her mother…” I was unable to decipher her meaning. To read more click here.
