It's never too late to be a convert

Sam, a friend, never imagined his girl would cheat on him. But shock on him. She said she was travelling with her father and he even took her to the airport on the night of her flight. Two days later, who does Sam bump into in the streets of Nairobi? Evelyne's father, yes, her father. It then hit him that he had been fooled.

To cut a long story short, the day Evelyne came back, one would have expected the two to walk separate ways.

Not at all. Other than the usual anger of imagining what might have happened, the two just sat and talked.

They took stock of where they had come from and since Sam was not going to be the first one throw the first stone, they opened a new chapter and he and her are planning their engagement party now.

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I was surprised at that. But I tell you what, I couldn't hide my admiration for Sam. Forgiving, he told me, liberates the soul and he and Evelyne have never had such great times since after that. I have no idea how I would handle such a situation.

In my case, Annete clearly had me in her palms. Sam was exhilarated that we were finally "tamed". At first, the thought of that gave me palpitations. I was getting used to Annete. I couldn't just get over that tantalising feeling of mke nyumbani.

I soon realised —may be lately— that we men need women for three things; warm food, a clean underwear, an ironed shirt to wear to the office and sex. As long as I was having those, there was nothing to look forward to in life really.

I kissed goodbye the lonely nights when I used to wonder if any woman would tether me. Though I am told marriage or at least a stable relationship is a give and take kind of a thing, there was so much to gain if she stayed with me. There was a lot to lose if I chose to remain a bachelor. So the end justifies everything for me.

At least she will save me the unsightly mess of a tangled bed; she would help propagate my genes in babies. Though I dreaded marriage before, I was a convert now. And this is where Sam and I had converging opinion.

I wasn't sure, but it was the only time in a long time that I have been convulsed with love for a woman. Women as far as I have known, have a way in which they can bring peace and stability in one's life. The reverse is possible, painfully.

Yet in taking that bold step, I was aware that it would go awry at any time. Leah's favourite line was; it is never too late. Depending on where one sat, you could say it is never too late to mend a broken relationship or it is never too late to walk away.

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