I Am Not The Kind Of Person Who Rushes Into Decisions And I Always Take Time To Pray And Seek Clarity Before Moving Forward

 

My name is Joy from Kajiado, and I want to share what happened to me in June 2017—an experience so painful it almost made me take my own life. I also hope that anyone involved in mpango wa kando can learn something from my story.

I got married in 2007 in a church wedding. My husband worked as an accountant in a government office, while I later became a teacher in Kajiado. After our wedding, we settled in Nairobi, and between 2007 and 2014.

In 2015, I secured a TSC teaching job and was posted to Kajiado, which meant relocating there. My husband adjusted by visiting me every weekend, leaving on Friday and returning to Nairobi on Sunday. This continued until April 2016 when he was transferred to Mombasa.

The distance made it impossible for him to visit regularly. At first, he tried to come once a month, especially at the end of the month, but gradually he stopped. 

For three long months, I didn’t see him. When he finally visited, I noticed he had changed. He now locked his phone with a password, something he had never done before.

When I asked, he snapped:
“Kwani unanichunga? Si ufurahi at least nimekuja kukuona?!”

I kept quiet, but deep down I knew something was wrong. He even left me with only KSh 500 instead of the usual KSh 2,000. The following month, he didn’t visit at all. When I called, he claimed he was too busy with work.

Two weeks later, I decided to travel to Mombasa without informing him. At around 10pm, I arrived at his house. As I approached the door, I overheard voices inside:
“Aki uko mtamu… finyilia ndani babe!”

I froze, hoping I was at the wrong house. But when I peeped through the window, I confirmed the worst—my husband was with another woman.

In anger, I banged the door and shouted:READ FULL STORY.