In 2015 he was transferred to Mombasa, which resulted to us living 300 kilometres apart. But despite the distance, we were in constant communication and he would come every week. We had a wonderful time until 2016 January, when he started skipping home some weekends. I tried to question him but every time I confronted him, he would say he had commitments in the office. By last year June, he made it formal that he would come once a month — that was the time I noticed there was something amiss.
One evening, Friday, I decided to travel to Mombasa. My instincts told me he wasn't alone… he had called earlier informing me he wasn't coming and that there is a seminar he was going.
After arriving, I decided to go straight to his house without informing him. My husband wasn't around at that time. I became curious. Without hesitation, I inquired, "who are you", the woman asked, "I am the woman of this house". Confused, sweating and shaking vigorously, I decided to call my husband, who replied,"why did you come without my permission, you woman, go back to Naiorbi.Let me not get you there when I arrive!!!!!