Retract the sneer and hear me out. When I met Tommy, my husband and father of my kids, I was 22 and a student at the University of Nairobi, undertaking a Bachelor’s degree in Commerce.
He was tall and dashing, considerate and romantic. He swept me off my feet and as soon as my studies were completed, I was ready to have his babies. And I did. Plus his second name too. I was a wife and a homemaker; everything was fine and dandy, until it wasn’t.