For me, marriage is the best institution ever

For a virile man still at the cusp of a honeymoon, a glimpse of my wife’s perfectly shaped body would be enough to tune up my mojo-meter.

We had packed our bags ready to leave the hotel for the airport.

She flickered through the room in a frenzy — perhaps a last-minute gasp for any valuables that may remain behind.

I sat on the bed, totally captivated by the sight of my wife ransacking the place.

She picked a pair of earrings I bought her in our first year of dating.

“How nice of her to keep them all this while!” I thought to myself.

Graciously, she moved in front of the mirror and swung her head backwards.

That was just it! I launched at her, telling her very many nice things about her.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked, holding me at arm’s length.

Except for my healthy heart pumping rather compulsively, I did not think anything (at all) was wrong with me.

If there was someone in the room who had a “wrong” tag on him, it definitely was not me.

“Sweetheart, you know I cannot resist you,” I muttered, my voice muffled.

I thought she was playing around but she was not. I wished she was joking but she was not.

She was serious. That is when it dawned on me that I would not be getting any tail. “Till when?” I asked, exasperated.

“When I am ready for it,” my baby-mama retorted.

That sounded awfully long. Dejected, I accepted my fate. It was however going to be a long drive to the airport and a long flight back to Nairobi. How could she reject me!

We were well aloft when — with a hint of remorse — she leaned on my shoulder and said: “We would have been late for the flight. I did not mean to make you feel rejected. We are going back home. There is a lot to catch up on with the New Year.”

She was right.

Not always would she be around me to satisfy my every little urge.

The reality of life is that there is a lot to worry about. Except for perfunctory romantic gestures once in a while, I would have to do with what was available — or lack thereof.

That would not (and should not) be an excuse for me to go town-trotting for other women.

As the plane descended into JKIA, the beauty of the city below us radiated in the sun.

Ngong Forest looked breathtaking from this panoramic view.

KICC and Times Tower stood out impeccably in the middle of the central business district.

The road networks made for a good imagination of the circulatory system.

Suddenly, life seemed larger. It paled into an hour, two hours... a whole day.

Yeah. There is more to marriage than just sex.