The green-eyed monster perches on many a woman’s shoulder, scrutinising anyone deemed as competition, and hissing out a list of flaws. JOAN BARSULAI wonders if it is a genetic weakness or a self-imposed affliction.
A few weeks ago, my friends and I were driving back to Nairobi after a long weekend out of town. Along the way, we stopped by a supermarket to stock up, and while there, we spotted three women chatting animatedly in the parking lot.