MY MWEA LOVE TRIANGLE; This is the world, life is in Mwea.

I met this woman in 2006. She hails from Mbeere and women from there are known to love to death, literally. At least I know of two who committed suicide in unclear circumstances but I digress. A single mother of two, she lived in a single room in Mwea town and survived on odd jobs. I won't blow my trumpet but all that changed when she met me. My life too changed, she had cast a spell on me.

As a married man I knew I had to play it safe though I couldn't abandon this lady Wangary or my beloved wife Paloma. Her kids were very respectful and to date treat me as their real father. They had never met their biological father anyway. I'd bring them loads of foodstuffs and other gifts every so often until they grew very fond of me. As a truck driver, I easily found an excuse to be away from one woman for the other although both lived in Mwea town. I had severally contemplated ending my relationship with Wangary but in vain. Her bedroom expertise was legendary. Her neighbors accused her of having converted her house into a pig slaughterhouse. At one time the angry neighbors, most of them single ladies, threatened to expel her from the plot but the landlord readily saved her. Unlike all of them, Wangary paid her rent in advance. Of course it was I who paid. Their jealousy made them hatch an evil plan and reveal to my wife existence of the illicit love affair. They explained in details what times I visited Wangary and how I had transformed her within just two years at her expense. They advised her to act fast before her husband was snatched right before her eyes, and she believed them.

She stormed Wangary's grocery kiosk breathing fire and brimstone. On sensing danger, Wangary refused to get out of the kiosk when challenged for a duel. Her refusal, however, only served to confirm the allegations levelled against her. It thrust Paloma into a state of temporary madness. "Why don't you open that door you b***ch if you've nothing to hide?" She fumed. Like one possessed, she took stuff placed on the small table outside the kiosk and smashed them into a huge mess. While at it, she read her whole life history to all who cared to listen. She explained in details how we had met, our love life and the agony of betrayal. She even prayed for me and my endownment that was leading me astray to the consternation of by-standers. They had to plead with her when she threatened to strip. Paloma left but promised to return the following day, demolish the kiosk and show her rival a featherless quail.