INSECURE SAM

It seems that everybody here at the village has known of the visit by the light skinned lady to our home yesterday. 

Just today, three women have visited my mother to offer her their congratulations on having being blessed by a beautiful daughter-in-law. 

I also suspect that my father and uncles have been getting free booze just to have them to reveal the identity of Emma and when they would be receiving her officially to our home.

He never does that

Trouble is, she’s not mine. I won’t be marrying her because she is betrothed to my best friend Sam, the engineer who lives just across the river. And Sam had popped in for supper with me. He never does that. Not when his fiancée has cooked for him a sumptuous meal as always.

“Naskia Emma alikuja jana.” I confirm the details. I also add that she was here to check on me and left as soon as the rains stopped.

“Hamkubonga about anything else?”

“Hakuna. Waliongea na mathe throughout.” He believes the lie and the topic shifts to the shocking exit of Barcelona from the Champions League yesterday night. 

So insecure over a woman

Sam and I spent the remainder of the time debating whether Bayern Munich and Real Madrid will hold on to their respective leads to reach the semi-finals of the competition.

While Sam left before The Real Househelps of Kawangware started, I spent the evening wondering how a 28 year old man can still be so insecure over a woman.

This is a man who commands an army of construction workers in Kericho. If he wanted, he could have any woman at just the snap of his rough fingers.

After all, he had managed to convince her to marry him. What remained is the grand wedding in July where I am invited. I had also assured him long before he began courting her that I am cool with it.

Why on earth would he feel so insecure over Emma?