Your wife yesterday packed her stuff and left to go celebrate Christmas with her mother in Gachie. She refused to accompany you to the village and having said that she will not waste money flying herself, the house help and children to Coast, she went to her mother as an act of defiance.

Now, you must travel to the countryside all by yourself. All your brothers will be with their wives and you wonder who will be putting sugar to your tea as your brothers find it totally disrespectful when their wives have to fend for you.

Your old man will be beside himself with rage. He warned you that marrying from her region is not a wise idea as they hate your region's men with a passion, and traveling there is a big inconvenience to them.

This Christmas, you will be confirming his bias.

“I think we can go home for Christmas and then on New Year, you can go to your Mom’s,” you suggested to her earlier in the week. Her look answered everything you wanted to know. There was an open hostility that belied so much pent-up anger. With what? You don’t know.

It is not like she has issues with your dad. Or your mum. Or any of your family members. If anything, you are the one with a lot of PR to fix with her mother.

“Dad will not be happy if I go home without you and his grandson. And he is fond of Farrah, you know!”

“How is that my problem?” she asked her cliché question.

“You can go with the kids, as for me, I am not going to your place…”

She said it with such foolish finality. Like you can nurse an infant and take care of a six-year-old girl without her help.

“Even when you are angry, it helps to use common sense.”

She didn’t like the answer and banged the door on you and the following day, she packed and left.

The only communication is that she will be back in early January and wishing you a safe travel with a “say hi to mom and poppa”.

It rang so hollow, it had an echo.

Uncle Jethro once told you never to be too democratic in your marriage and you refused to heed his counsel. Carol only listens to you when she wants to listen.

The rest of the time, she decides whatever she wants to decide.

Your father will ask you to get another wife as insurance. You can picture him reminding you, “If she can’t join us, her family for Christmas, what tells you she is a part of us? All your brothers’ wives are here, and this is how we know we are family.”

Your parents will be especially hurt because they are Catholic, and the priest occasionally passes by, and your father likes to flaunt your family and the priest knows you and he has never met your wife. Wish Carol cared about this small PR stuff.

 

If you got the chance to ask God one question, what would it be?

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