Why my marriage failed

Part 5

By Henry

Kenya said it is extending a nighttime curfew and banning public gatherings and in-person meetings to slow the spread of the coronavirus, warning that hospitals are becoming overwhelmed.

The East African country has in recent days witnessed a jump in cases from the Delta variant, with a positivity rate of 14 percent as of Friday compared with about seven percent last month.

“All public gatherings and in-person meetings of whatever nature are suspended countrywide. In this regard, all government, including intergovernmental meetings and conferences, should henceforth be converted to either virtual or postponed in the coming 30 days,” said Health Minister Mutahi Kagwe.

That was the Aljazeera website link on news shared to us through the staff WhatsApp group. This meant that we could not proceed with our workshop in Mombasa. It was training on Competency-Based Curriculum (CBC) to publishers and distributors. I was a guest in that meeting.

I remember communicating to my lovely wife Decra concerning the invitation. The workshop was to take place at Diani Reef Beach Resort & SPA, Ukunda. The air ticket was booked already. This meant I had one week of preparation. The event was taking two weeks.

‘My dear I will miss you, why can’t you go with me please?’

‘Darling, this is an invitation. It’s going also to boost our bookshop business. It will help get connections, dear…’

‘I know that my husband but my issue is about loneliness in this house. The kids are in a boarding school, our nanny doesn't stay around…’

‘After this trip, I promise to organize one for us only, Dubai visit through Kenya Airways, business class. How about that?

‘That’s my love. Kindly while in Coast, take care.’

After that news of banning all gatherings, our workshop was stopped abruptly; we had covered one and half weeks.

In my mind, I was planning to go to the nearby open market to get some coconut, leso, some deras apart from collecting some future contacts from the meeting attendees. I wanted my arrival at home to be a surprise to my Decra.

We were called for the breakfast meeting and informed of our departure time from Mombasa. My flight was at 5pm. A Tourist Service Vehicle was dispatched to us. It was accommodating 7 people.

Rashid, our tour guide was so humble in taking around the coastal region. I have never seen such a humble man in front of men.

We enjoyed ourselves and did our quick shopping as we returned back to bara as pwani people called it.

The good thing with this trip was even if we were banned by the health guideline given, the transport was catered up to your doorstep. We used Safari Link Jet and there was a cab on standby at the airport to pick us.

I got home at around 9pm. What made me delay was some quick shopping at Naivas Super Market; chocolate, baking flour, cooking oil, love card, milk, lemons, pineapple, perfume, red wine, sugar, red velvet cake, and mineral water. The packing took time as I wanted all this to be packaged as a gift.

I passed through the bookshop, it was locked and everything looked okay. Dominic our security guard told me everything was okay but for the last week, Decra has been closing business earlier than before. I concluded in my mind, it was because of her loneliness that’s why she opted to do so.

When I reached home, I opened the gate and took a thousand shillings note to give the driver as a way of asante; he refused and said that everything was paid at the office. He advised I keep the amount for other uses.

He assisted me to take the luggage to the security guard's office. He was kind. After taking 10min to move the lug gages, I locked the gate and wanted to walk slowly through back door to surprise my wife.

When I reached the window, I heard some people laughing. I strained to see who was inside at that time. I didn’t expect any visitors at that moment. I thought it was my time with my Decra. It was a voice of a lady and a man.

Looking keenly and closely, it was a man, dark, body well moulded. He was tall with a bald head. He was wearing a white boxer. Around it is written with Caps lock MEN. He was laying down, on my bed... It was Jimmy, the bouncer at Club Dallas and also Jijenge Builders gym instructor...Oh my God!

Decra was on top of him. She was wearing that night dress we bought at Mr. Price, Moi Avenue, Nairobi. It was after our anniversary, the year has not even ended since we bought it…

On that matrimonial bed, they were like young love birds, they were playing bed love wrestling game, tickling each other. At some moment, I would see the gentleman on top of him…

At the window, it seemed to me like a dream, every step in there was like theatre. Well choreographed. They were not in hurry. I wouldn’t imagine it was my Decra in that state. I saw them taking some photos, whispering to one another. I couldn't believe Jimmy and Decra were in that room!

I watched this drama till midnight. I don’t know how I got that energy, but I stood firm. They played till they switched off the lights. That’s after hard labour. That’s when I decide to knock on the door…

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