By Susan Maina
On March 7, last year, David presented me with an engagement ring. We had dated for the last two years and we had come to the happy conclusion that we were meant for each other. I confess that deciding to date David was not the easiest of decisions. For one, my man is not the kind of Prince Charming I dreamt of in my teens and early 20s; he does not possess the basketball player’s height and neither does he possess the body of a rugby boy. My boyfriend does not like partying, does not dance….