Until your cousin brings your spouse food before you at a family gathering, you believe you understand what treachery is. When he compliments her ugali, she then bursts into laughter. You dismiss it. She was raised in your home, after all. You used to teach her how to spell and braid her hair. She resembled your younger sister until she wasn’t.
It began with murmurs. According to my housegirl, she observed my cousin hovering about the loo when my husband was taking a shower. She constantly occurred to stop by there to pick up laundry that didn’t exist. She once bent to pick up her towel, leaving the door slightly open. I believed it to be paranoia. Right up till the dreams began. Not mine but hers. She turned to me with a preacher’s solemnity one morning as we were drinking tea on the terrace. “Tu ukweli si nikuambie? I’ve been having dreams about your hubby.” To read more click here.
