THERE IS MORE TO RELATIONSHIPS THAN MEETS THE EYE....ON MIPANGO YA KANDO AND MISTRESSES.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.   Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?   I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!   With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.   The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.   When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.   In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.   This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.   I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.   My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.   On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.   On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.   She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.   Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.   Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.   But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.   She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.   At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.   That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....   The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!   If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.   If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up....HAVE SHARED THIS STORY TO HELP SAVE A MARRIAGE OR TWO,SHARE IT ON THIS LINK COZ A BROKEN FAMILY IS SO PAINFUL.AND LETS STAY TRUE TO WHOEVER WE LOVE OR WHOEVER LOVES US.

DON’T BE TOO QUICK TO POINT FINGERS AT THE UNIVERSITY STUDENTS (MIS)DEEDS.

Have been following closely and keenly the drama and the hula boo that has sparked for the last two weeks following the death of my fellow comrade mercy keino,albeit from a different cumpus.may her young soul rest in peace.words have been exchanged, just as im sure money has changed hands too, fingers has been pointed in every direction ,from a certain member of the parliament, to the police, and since the aforementioned seem immune to the accussions the blame has lastly in away that is final, been shifted on the most vulnerable; the student.

Before you cast the first stone, as the society, including parents, do you ever self-examine the environment your child grew up on? if when the dad was on business trips you paid illegal visits by strange(uncles),and yet you shared the house with your teenage daughter or sons, what do you expect of them? They will definitely try the same stuff, and every kids ambition is to be better than their parents in everything,

The dad, what do you expect of you sons, when on their teen birthdays, you take them to stripper joints all in the name of partying? he later starts seeing every female graduate as a potential stripper. If you drink like a fish what should worry your wayward son from trying to drink like a whale!so,sometimes it’s a culture that is ignorantly or arrogantly spread by parents that leads to eventual destruction of their own children whom they have placed very high expectations on.

What about the lecturers who come to the class drunk? He rides a nice car, lives in a leafy suburb, owns a relatively well doing business and is a sharp dresser? He goes ahead to tell students how they will never get to enjoy life if they don’t do that at the university (by the way, how true is that?)he will never get tired of narrating his campus days (s)excapades.what will stop students from trying to follow in his ways, all the same he seems like a man who has made it in life, but if closely examined, he may be a troubled man,a broken family, heavy into debts,a chain of nagging mistresses, among them a HIV positive one, and the man might be enjoying his last days on earth, but indirectly left a lot of students infected.

Sometimes when one goes out, especially with the who is who in high ranking members of society, all that university student is thinking about is not sex,its about networking and gaining exposure to future employers. They  get to meet people from the field they are majoring on to be mentored but they end up taking advantage of the students if they are of the opposite sex.

Lastly, sometimes once some students go to the university, they assume the role of breadwinners in their families. Too much is expected from them and its often not a wonder when some of them use all their HELB loans to offset family financial obligations. Such a student is left with no money to cater for their needs and in most cases they may use any method to survive, though forced by circumstances. So it is good to also take note of responsible students at the university who toil honestly and have a hope of changing their families and this country, so would you give them peace and stop the mad-tongue lashing of the university students, including some lousy touts who never went beyond the matatu doors or worse still, those who  have never set foot in a classroom!

*editors foot-note*I’m in not trying to justify  the actions of students but just passing a factual judgment in my court..but this time, the fierily judge, calls for speedy investigations for killers of mercy keino.for they are known, throw them into cells and im waiting to serve judgment on them.