I will always remember that evening. Like most couples, we were having a little argument. However, after glancing at me with hateful eyes, he yelled, “Wewe ni Malaya! Kila mtu anakupita, uko tu hapa kama mtaro! I went cold.
I had been in love with this man for three years. The same man whose rent I helped cover. When he lost his work, I sent him money from my HELB. I gave him all I had cooked and cleaned, and even forgave him when I discovered conversations with other women. However, now… all I was was a “mtaro.”
I sobbed like a fool in the middle of the night as I walked out of his house, trembling. And to make matters worse, he made the following modification to his WhatsApp status: Mimi siwezi kaa na mtaro. Amka ujitambue.” My pals chuckled. “We told you so,” my relatives said to me. I went into a spiral. To read more click here.