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How life snatched me of my husband

Njoki looked tired, hungry, old and full of grief as she sat under a huge Mugumo tree. But I can't really tell whether she was old because constant hunger and grief makes one appear somehow old. Clouds hung heavy and dark all day on these days, as if reflecting what she felt inside. Mwangi, her husband had gone to war alongside many sons and husbands of the women she was living with, in that forced concentrated village.

Their homes, land, livestock and all crops had all been taken away by the white men. Njoki couldn't hold back the memories of her shortened marriage from slamming into her. She and her husband had barely lived as a married couple for three seasons. Thrill and happiness had colored her heart just realizing that she was now building her very own home, family. Those feelings couldn't be contained then, just as the rising and the setting of the sun. It was a blissful beginning.

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