First things first, I must apologize for my long silence. I apologize for not showing up as often as I’d like to, but hey, we are here now. Sometimes life happens. And as we know life, it has a way of throwing things at us, whether good or bad. I have had an encounter with both, but I still can’t bring myself to admit to the bad because there is hope for the living. Maybe (a big maybe) I’ll talk about the ‘bad’ someday. For now, let’s get to the promised story, shall we? Let’s go.
I was at a friend’s function (ruracio kinda) recently. I was in the corner of a tent that was pitched in my friend’s compound. As soon as I spotted a nice place to sit, I made my way and sat at the furthest right end. I enjoy being at the right side of things, including life itself. If you have been to those Kikuyu dowry ceremonies, you already know how things went down. Women seemed in control of almost everything except money negotiations. Why, I don’t know. The men held talks behind closed doors as the rest of the gang waited outside, nodding their heads to some old-school Kikuyu tunes. Once the negotiations part of the ceremony were done, which is usually family representatives from both the groom and the bride’s family, people had lunch.
As I was busy devouring my plate of pilau with gigantic potatoes baptized in a lot of water, a lady joined me in my corner. She said her hellos and sat down. We ate the food all the while, still nodding my head to the old-school tunes. The women leading the ceremony went around collecting empty plates and asked those who needed second rounds. We both passed the request to have another serving. We were served with sodas instead. The lady introduced herself and I did the same. Suddenly, another lady joined Mary and I. I figured the two were friends. Mary and her friend started chatting, laughing, and there I was on my own, still nodding my head.
A tall, very dark man precipitously began talking, oozing nothing but boredom. The guy was the master of ceremony. He started with stories of how he got married to his wife, then went on and on about their children. He attempted to throw in jokes that only he laughed at. Upon realizing no one cared to listen to him, he called some women to invite the bride to be unveiled by her groom.
I drew my attention to the loud laughter that burst out between Mary and her friend. Mary turned to me and asked, “would you give a man a second chance if he cheated on you?” Before I could even answer, her friend jumped in, “never!” I looked at the two ladies with a blank face then finally answered, “would you want your man to forgive you if you cheated?”
A long awkward silence followed say for the roaring voice of the women who were singing as they ushered in the bride.
Mary looked at me sharply, then said, “I recently cheated on my husband. He started it, so I followed suit. Do you know what happens when two gangers meet?”
“The world ends!”
“Go ahead and judge me,” she interrupted. “Maybe the world I knew will end. The worst thing is that I did it out of anger and frustration. We both come home whenever we feel like it. Whoever is hungry fixes their own meal. No one cares about the other does.”
Mary’s friend held Mary’s hand in what seemed to be solidarity. She reminded Mary about how her marriage was on the rocks a year ago and how they resolved to work on it.
What shocked me in that situation was how Mary’s friend went on and on talking about her situation. For a moment, I thought she was going to ask her friend to reform and work on her marriage as she did, but alas, she advised her to walk away. I am still recovering from the shock!
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