My
two-year old son has no idea whom his father is. Three years ago, 2013, to be
more specific, my husband and I got married. It was a colorful wedding as we
had spent hundreds of thousands of shillings on it; such a perfect day for a couple.
We had planned on having two children, a boy and a girl, if possible. And I
longed for that.
He had promised to take me to Zanzibar for our honeymoon. And
immediately after the wedding, we travelled. It was during the honeymoon when
things got a little 'messy' and we decided to go ahead and have our first baby.
Two weeks later, we jetted back to our home in Nairobi. But I noticed something
different. My period had not stopped. I became worried, just a little bit
hiding my emotions from my husband.