04/01/2022
I can now share this story because everything has calmed down ; maybe someone can learn one or two things from it.
When I relocated to my present residence, I first fumbled on the church I would attend because I had about three Catholic churches that I could easily access in the neighborhood . Before this, I used to attend the first mass (English service) at St. Joseph Milimani but distance couldn't allow me to do this anymore.
Personally, I prefer the English service because of delivery precision, few announcements and being less crowded. The first church I attended never had an English service because they never had a live-in priest. So I ended up in the next church and finally settled on the third which had more of an urban organization of services.
The second church I attended about five services in 2021 and it is where the story I would like to share is planted. When I joined this church, there was a Luhya man in his mid forties who had joined a year before me. He was a civil servant who had been transferred from "Nakuru" and was working at certain regional office in Kisumu . He stayed alone at an apartment on the hill but his family was in Nakuru.
The guy was/is sociable, cheerful , devoted and dedicated to the church . I hear he joined a small christian community in his first month at the church ; I have never joined any since I came to Kisumu.
He interacted most with ladies more than men and after church you'd hear ladies asking him for a lift and he would offer them in his car. Anytime he was from his home in "Trans Nzoia" , he would carry the priest and few church members maize to roast and sometimes even chickens. I think he was just doing this in good faith.
Later, rumours started spreading that he was having an affair with a lady who was a primary school teacher ,whose husband was not a member of this church and words reached the husband. The husband started connecting dots because he had visited them even at their house, decided to beat the wife and started threatening this man. He sent him messages threatening his life and even attempted to attack him at a centre one point.
Funnily this man never bothered because he insisted and believed he was innocent. When his wife visited from "Nakuru" at one point, he got when the issue was very hot. The husband equally shared with him and she felt her husband would be wrongfully murdered while in real sense he was innocent.
How did she know her husband was innocent?
This man had cancer which had eaten part of his p***s forcing it to be surgically removed in Egypt in 2018 to prevent it from spreading . Before that he had sought treatment in South Africa and had been twice to India.
He never had a functional manhood and according to the wife, he had even requested her to look for a s*xual "option" but she refused because she knew this would kill his esteem and push him deep into depression . They had never had s*x since 2017 when the disease was discovered.
The wife decided that before the husband of the lady in question kill her husband, she HAD TO let him know that this man he was accusing has no p***s and had gone through a lot ; his only mistake was being sociable and generous.
She took her husband, carried all the medical documents including photos taken during operations ; first one in India and the final one in Egypt and they drove to this man's house on a Sunday morning before church . The guy was surprised when he saw him , the wife too.
The wife never hesitated, she explained everything to the two and proved to them how her husband was s*xually harmless and shouldn't be killed for no reason. She narrated the sad journey they had gone through in his treatment and how draining it had been to the family .Her husband fought to hold tears, the other man couldn't hold his ; the wife even wanted the husband to show this other man his manhood so that he could confirm but the guy said no.
This other guy had to apologize to the wife and had to go to the Father to "kill" his claims. Of course the Father couldn't put this to the church because of the sensitivity but he kind of used some kind of diplomacy to clear the waves.
Behind these smiles ; behind the sociable look and generosity, there is always untold struggle, tears and pain. You'll never know it till you know it ; You'll always judge it till you get to know it.
NB: I have withheld the name of the church because of sensitivity of the issue. I have also used "Nakuru" as the town which he relocated from to cover leads which might expose the man and or his family.
George
