THE BEDROOM SOILED BY VASHA... Episode 1

Remorseful, I banged the door behind me. He had already fainted after I had hit him on the forehead. I didn't know it would escalate to such height. Luckily, the children were away in their grandparents' compound. The questions ringing in my head now were whether this is really what I wanted. Mutiso lying there breathless, his eyes not moving, a fixed gaze at me. I had felt his left breast and there was no reverberation.

We had met several years ago. Apart from his dark complexion, nothing more charmed me to the young man. It was in a friend's funeral that we met. From his stare at me I could infer that he meant to have an intercourse with me. From my vantage point of view i saw him plaster a smile. It was all meant for me! I felt flattered or I was naive.

Within two weeks everything was set to its course. Things had moved quite fast. He was imbued with a desire to give me the palatial life that I so desired. Having been born in a family where struggle was the order of the day, this was a great win for me, for us, he could help educate my young siblings.

Yesterday we had slept doors open. " I don't know what you are talking about," Mutiso had said.

" It shouldn't worry you because you never even cared an iota at first," I had replied.

As he placed his hand on my shoulder I felt as if it were a log on my shoulders. It was not the same hand that romantically caressed me. As we kissed, it tasted sour. Not the same kiss that I was used to." I'm sorry, " he uttered. Heretofore I had made my calculations which could forever cost my peace.

I tried to restrain myself. Keeping mum, I got out of the bed and made for the restroom. I didn't know what I exactly wanted to do. Maybe get in the bathtub. Something to redirect my feelings. Sitting room was not the best place to sleep in; not after our quarrel. The children's room was there. But this too could have had bad impression to the children. They were old enough to join the dots.

Last year we had exchanged blows in the sitting room for the children to walk in unannounced. They were still young. How could we descend to such a low level. But he wanted to drive some sense in me and I couldn't just sit there as he beat me. It was the first time that he called me by my second name. I knew that something was amiss. For the last five years he had never addressed me by my second name.

At first I had thought that it couldn't be true that Mutiso was having an affair with my best friend. A man I so much cherished. I trusted my friend so much. I thought it was dent to my husband's reputation. I dismissed such allegations as mere envy. How so? Were the questions that lingered in my mind. My poor heart missed a beat.

A friend we held so dear. I had invited her to our house. But was she not dating Mutua? I couldn't see her as a threat to my marriage. After all she was Mutiso's sister's friend. Therefore, there was no reason to suspect her. There was no reason to bar a friend.

I couldn't imagine that Mutiso would fake a business trip to take Kalekye to Naivasha. As it trended in the social media platforms, little did I know that I could be caught pants down. That it could happen to me too. We had laughed about it and people made nasty jokes about men taking their 'mpango wa kando' to Vasha.

I had even confided in Kalekye about writing an article in reference to Vasha Chronicles. The Subaru narrative. We owned a Subaru but such thoughts as my hubby soiling our matrimonial vows were far from my mind. It had never occurred to me that he could have the audacity to even think about it. My entrusted hubby? No way! Kalekye had even confirmed that my husband could be the last person to do such a thing.

I have had a great deal of information on how to hide murder. I had watched so many movies on murder but those were mere scripts. I had killed in practical. I had killed my husband. I had ended the life of the father of my children.

Mutuku, the first born was 8 and in grade 4. A very brilliant boy; a very attribute of his father. A chatterbox who kept us awake with his recount of so many stories....