The games men play on women

With all the dedication, faithfulness, effort, emotions and time I invested in that relationship, that guy owed me marriage

I had a boyfriend a few years back. I performed wifely duties for him like cooking and cleaning. I introduced him to my friends as my husband, always rushed to his place - our matrimonial home - after kibarua like a nursing mother and offered him ‘horizontal refreshments’. I loved him.

This was years before Jennifer Lopez told us to go to the door, stick our heads out and yell to the men in our lives that we ain’t their mamas. I loved this man. I was ready to be ‘wifed’ legally or illegally by him.

I was ready to be smuggled into matrimonial bondage. I was crazy in love with him. With all the dedication, faithfulness, effort, emotions and time I invested in that relationship, that guy owed me marriage. Don’t you dare laugh at me!

I remember there’s a time he went away for a few days to tend to a ‘family emergency’ and like the good nurturing woman I was, I wished him well, told him I would miss him, gave him a long warm hug and shed a few tears. I would surely miss him, this love of my life, my dear husband.

I was left looking after his few belongings, sleeping in his t-shirts in our bed and going through previous texts we had sent each other which reflected nothing but unending true love for each other.

He would call to update me on the unfolding of events and in return I would reassure and promise to pray for him. I prayed for my husband. I dedicated him to Christ. I went on my knees and said a prayer for my man. I got in touch with my religious side for him. Love had brought me closer to Jesus.

I was happy when he came back and welcomed him home the wifely way. I don’t have to tell you it didn’t work out because I’m still single like some one hit wonder from some musicians.

However, I learnt of his whereabouts during that time a few months ago, which is about four years later and I must say I fell under the table and laughed at that wife of four years ago because she can’t be me.

My husband had gone on an adventure, which included catching up with an alumnus in love/lust, but the only outing he took me was to buy me mahindi choma. Maybe he took me with him as proof of family. Love is an amazing and interesting affair.