Too much to handle

By Lulu Cherono

David rushed to the room announcing, "Auntie has eaten all my snacks!"

Oh, what now? Where does one get the strength to handle big things like Humph's ways and mundane issues like the house girl’s ‘village’ behaviour of hogging everything?

I suddenly felt tired.

Putting on a solid face, I assured my tearful son, "I will take care of that and Auntie will never touch your snacks again. Now go and continue playing."

I didn’t want to handle Nancy’s issues right then. What I had at hand was more serious.

Well, Humph had broken his promise of never cheating on me again. But when I looked at the whole issue again, honestly, there was no evidence he had actually done it.

On the other hand, I too had broken the promise of never going through his phone. But I needed to handle this crisis. Think, think, think! I said to myself as I sat on the bed, my face in my hands and my mind working on the best way forward. My initial plan was to confront him with the ‘evidence’ in front of his mother. But then, with the confusing messages in his ‘sent’ box, I was now devoid of any plan.

I don’t know for how long I had been in this mode when I found myself in Humph’s arms. He had a new haircut and wore my favourite aftershave. He was looking really cool and smelling nice.

I was tempted to move closer but suddenly I stood up and went to the window.

I didn’t want him to see my disturbed thoughts because, after being together for so long, Humph knew me like the back of his hand. He would immediately know I was hurting and demand an explanation.