Mwende has been feeling strange for weeks. Brian, her once-loving lover, had become suspiciously chilly, aloof, and constantly “busy.” There was no longer a vibe. The spark was dead. His phone was now constantly on mute, the conversations were brief, and the kisses were frigid. However, she maintained optimism. Until one Friday night in Umoja that will never be forgotten. She remarked, “I felt it in my stomach.” “Leo ndio siku roho iliniambia.”
Mwende acted as though she was going to a funeral upcountry. As an alternative, she returned home in silence, got on a boda boda from the stage, and crept to their one-room bedsitter. Fortunately, there was a little gap in the door. Like a ninja, she crept into the closet and concealed herself there, filming on her phone. A few minutes later, Brian entered the room with a lady Mwende recognised right away, laughing and holding hands. To read more click here.
