I had never seen Wafula talking to a girl since we employed him to look after our cattle. I used to think he was not a man enough until my mother separated with my dad.
I do not know what my mother saw in this young man who keeps wearing a red torn TNA T-shirt with the words I BELIEVE and black leather sandals that remind me of Moses at the burning bush.
I do not want to imagine how he dragged my mother into a dark corner somewhere and made love to her. It was disturbing hearing my parents exchanging bitter words over the pregnancy.
It seems my father knew something was going on between the two. It is shocking to tell the world that my mother, a masters holder and lecturer at the University is expecting a child from class two drop out.
My father decided to keep quiet over the matter. My relatives and pastor have tried to talk to solve the problem but their efforts have proven futile.
After the news of my mother’s act came into the limelight, Wafula decided to run away. What will she tell her friends? Will she keep the child?