When your 'mzee' snores like a broken blender

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Last week, my husband allowed me to go for a sleep over at a dear friend’s place. Yep, as a good wife it’s only proper to seek permission for such rendezvous...

I arrived at Steph’s house on that Friday evening by around eight. Steph and I frequently have such nights out to catch up and bond as former campus friends. So the sumptuous dinner was served at 8.15pm, the two children were tucked in bed by 9pm. We bonded downstairs until late in the night then I was shown the guest room upstairs in the vast house.