Author: Gregory Wanyonyi
The mention of cuddling made me miss that feeling more. That feeling of being touched by the tender hands of my wife. That feminine touch. I looked at this beautiful woman before me. Why should a man cheat on such a beautiful woman? "Greg, I wish I had the guts to cheat on my husband, but the love I have for him does not allow me cheat on him. I love him and anytime I think of a man, he comes into my mind. I wish he could just understand that I can't date another man and he gives me my conjugal rights." She added. I had decided to be a good listener. I didn't want to take advantage of her. I didn't want to tell her my worries that I suspect her husband was sleeping around with my wife and for more that two months now I haven't seen my wife's nakedness. I had not gotten intimate and as a normal man dryspell was killing me. Sometimes I had thought of masterbation as the only solution but as a Christian, this was against my principles and ethics. This means that I have all my seeds accumulated with my testosterone levels exploding. "Fidelis, you are a beautiful woman and I always envy Henry for having you as his wife. Such a faithful wife he has. Am sure he will come back to you." I said taking a sip of my juice. I don't know for how long we were here but I only felt hungry. We ordered our lunch after which we decided to have a nature walk. We hired a taxi that took us to Mt. Elgon. We climbed it with difficulty sometimes forcing me to pull her up. Once we got to the place I wanted us to be, we sat down side by side and started talking about nothing in particular. This was when I remembered my university colleague. Oyiro John Onyango. He once told me the story of love. Which I decided to share with Fidelis.
"Fidelis, there is something I would like to tell you," I began. "My ears are listening Greg." She said holding my hand. "It's the story of love between Eagles." I said. "It's ok, hope it will make me happy." She added. "Eagles are the most romantic birds ever created by God. They are the most faithful too, just like the pigeons and doves. They stick to their partners not like us humans who can be in a relationship with more than one partner. Now the funny part about the eagles is that for the male to win the love of the female, it had to prove that it's worth it. The female choses the best male to be the father of her children. The female picks a twig and flies up in the sky, the female drops the twig and it's the duty of the male to pick it up and return it back to the female before it touches the ground. This happens for three times with the third time being the most dangerous one. The female eagle flies for over twenty four hours with the male trailing her, she then comes down to a height of less than a hundred metres from a fast flowing river then drops the twig. With the tiredness, the male eagle is supposed to pick the twig before it touches the water. You can imagine the risk involved. It either wins the love or drowns. If it wins then that's the beginning of the happiest marriage colored by romance and faithfulness." I concluded my story and asked her a question. " What is the moral lesson from the story Fide?" She looked at me for a while then in a low tone she said. "We have failed as human beings in matters of love Greg. We don't take time to understand love, above all we don't give each other time and tests to prove if the partners we intend to live with are worth it. I wish we could learn from the eagles." I smiled. "You are right. Most of us don't take time to understand the people who come to us in the name of love. As long as they have money, six packs or they are beautiful, we think they are the ones we need only to be disappointed once we get married to them." "Greg, it's as if you know everything between me and Henry. I wish I had not met him in church, I love the Henry I see in the church but not the Henry I share the bed with." I wanted to talk but it was late, we needed to be back to our homes. Regardless of the situation there, they remain our homes.
I arrived at home at six thirty. My wife was already at home and she looked out of moods. I understand her and whenever she is in a foul mood, she is always looking for a reason to justify her actions. I knew there must be something she has done, she was looking for a reason to satisfy her ego. "How come you are passing as if you are not seeing me?" That was my welcome home greetings.
I knew trouble was boiling in the house. Nasambu was not in the house. My wife had fired her. I came to learn of it the following day when she woke up earlier than usual to prepare the boy for school. I didn't answer her question because I knew the what she wanted; a quarrel. I went straight to the my children's room. I had bought him his favourite present. The boy was not there too. I couldn't understand what was happening in the house. For the first time, I had come home to miss the boy. His mother never allowed him out not unless I was with him or in the company of his mother. I went straight to the bedroom and threw my body on the bed. I had barely rested when she entered the room. "Greg, can't you see me or don't you know am your wife?" She asked arms akimbo. I was not ready for drama."I know you are my wife. It's only that I thought you were tired after the day's work. Am sorry." I answered. She smiled then asked a question that I never expected. "Good, apology accepted. Now tell me why you have been sleeping with Chelagat?" This was ridiculous. How did she come up with such an accusation? Chelagat was my staff mate. We shared the same department in school. Infact we have been team teaching but u had never seen her as a potential consumee. Yes she was not married, but I took her as my little sister. " Am sorry Sharon, I don't understand you. Chelagat is just my colleague and nothing more than that." I said with a little stammer. I was worked up and anger was boiling inside me. "Liar." She hissed grabbing my phone going straight to the message box. She opened our chat with Chelagat. I didn't know why Chelagat was used to calling me "dear" in her texts. I was sure this was going to bring issues. I expected my wife to explode with rage but instead, she dialled Chelagat's number and did the unthinkable. "You little prostitute, stop giving my husband your dirty pussy. If you don't I'll ensure you get raped." She said then hanged the call. I tried to pick the phone from her hand but she rushed with it to the sitting room. I followed her there with my hands clenched into fists. I was almost laying my hands on her but thank God, I remembered the promise I had made to her. "I'll never lay my hand on you." I had told her ten years ago in church on our wedding day. That's when I swore never to cheat on her too. She raised her voice to shout only for our son to enter the house. Thank you God. Situation saved and my wife handed over the phone back to me.
"Daddy why are you crying?" My son asked clinging on my leg. "Nothing really son, I had just missed you." I replied trying to control my anger. My wife was looking at me with warning eyes. " Where's my chocolate?" He asked even before I could calm down. I held his hand and led him to his bedroom and showed him the parcel on his bed. Two minutes later, the boy came to the sitting room jumping and singing, he was clad in the new clothes I had bought him and a bar of chocolate in his hand. "What's the meaning of this Greg?" My wife boiled. Honestly, I had never bought Ken anything without buying one for his mother. Today, I didn't feel like buying her anything because I didn't know how she was going to react to it and above all her taste had changed greatly. She nolonger fancied the long dresses I cherish most. So instead of buying something that she won't appreciate, I thought it wise to give her the money to buy it for herself. She took the two one thousand notes I had given her went to the toilet and flashed them. She then went to the bedroom, dressed in her miniskirt and a bareback top and left the house. "Am having dinner with my friend Sylvia. Take care of the children and ensure they eat." She said as she left. I watched her as she went to the parking lot with her phone on her ear. Before she drove off, I saw her kiss the phone and smile.
To be continued...
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