Guys, my name is Joseph, 40, from Kayole. For the longest time, I swear, Esther and I had the kind of marriage people post about. She’s a primary school teacher, soft-spoken, always in decent kitenge or official dresses, the type your mum says “mwachunge vizuri”. Everyone kept telling me I’m lucky. I believed them. Then small, small things started shifting. Suddenly she’s “marking books” till 10 p.m. Weekend “extra tuition” became normal.
The phone is always face down, volume off, or she grabs it and disappears to the bedroom like it’s a national secret. When I ask simple questions, she snaps, “You don’t trust me?” like I’m the criminal. I told myself teaching is stressful; maybe it’s hormones, maybe I’m overthinking. But deep down I knew. One day my boy who sells airtime near Kariobangi market pulled me aside and said, “Bro, I saw your wife with that tall mjamaa who sells shoes; they were hugging behind the tomatoes.”
I laughed. Esther? With a market guy? Impossible. She has a master’s degree, I thought. But the picture wouldn’t leave my head. So one evening I parked far, wore a cap, and just watched. She didn’t go to any staff meeting. She went straight to the market, jumped into the guy’s arms, laughing like a small girl. My chest hurt so bad I almost fainted. That night I asked her calmly. She went ballistic – tears, shouting, “You’re embarrassing me!” I still don’t have photos or voice notes, just my two eyes. Now I’m stuck. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34901
