There is a chance that even as you read this third rate column I’m facing a commission of enquiry investigating my character for the last six months. The commission most likely to be chaired by my father in-law with his first born, as the lead counsel will have the mandate to probe, investigate and recommend to the whole chain of Eve’s descendants if I’m a man enough to take care of their daughter.
As I fix these words to make some sense, the hosts of divorcees are knocking my door. This has nothing to do with being incapacitated to perform my duties as a husband but it is purely malice from the enemies of my family developments. But it can all be blamed on IFTEX, the self-proclaimed international exhibition. It all started when they requested the first lady to open the 4th show in Kenya.
She caused all this because I had informed Officerless, the Eve’s descendant I swore in front of a mammoth crowd that I will never look left, right or backward when am walking with her till death does us apart that all roses grown in Kenya are for export. I had convinced her that the only time Kenyans are allowed to buy roses is during valentine and funerals.