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19/09/2024

Joan was very frank when I asked why she was leaving me; "I don't want to cheat on you so I'd rather leave," she told me. When I asked if she had met someone she simply said, "It doesn't matter. What matters is we ending what we have."

So I let her go. Not that I let her go, she was already going and I knew it but I had to accept that our time together had come to an end. I tried not to call her. When I watched her status and was tempted to comment, I held my thumb in my mouth. A month later, it was clear she was in a relationship that was better than what we had.

Ben had stability, which I didn't have. He had a lucrative government job he flaunted on his social media handles. Yes, I looked for him again on social media because I had already blocked him. He had been a close friend earlier, a confidant. My heart was breaking so I had time to look for things.

I wasn't a perfect boyfriend. I had my lows just like she had her lows, yeah, I was just done with my internship at Siaya County Referral Hospital and wasn't financially capable, but I felt we were meant for each other until she left me. Less than 4 months later, the guy left her. According to her, Ben had a serious girlfriend in Germany and the girl returned.

I took her back.

That was the third time she had left me for another guy. The first one she told me she needed some time and space to think about her life. I granted it. Later she was in a relationship with another guy. The second time she said her family were on her to get married but I wasn’t ready so she left.

Each time when she came back, I opened my arms to her and we rebuilt from scratch. This one went on for so long I should have said no when she was available. But immediately she told me she was single again, I was the one who said, "Can you give us another chance?"

I know she's not good for me. I know she might leave again. I know I may take her back when she returns. I know it's not normal, the way I act around this girl. It's like she has my mumu button in her bra and presses it each time her breasts bounce.

I want to be in a place where I give this as her final chance. I've told her but how do I make it a reality? How do I make it work for real? That once she leaves again, it's over. I don't know what's wrong with me but these too many chances I give her will one day be the death of me. How do I move on and never look back?

13/09/2024

. . . Sometimes you come across stories of men who die while having s3x and we laugh. But someday it may be you.

It almost happened to me.
. ."so how long can you last, and how many rounds can you go Isaac?" She asked.

I smiled. I could feel her getting h***y even via the WhatsApp voice note.

"Depends" I bragged..

If you are as sweet as I imagine you'd be, 6 rounds, with each round lasting at least 10mins. That's a whole hour of sending you to the moon and back"... I replied via typing.

I couldn't risk sending a voice note because she could sense the need in my voice.

"Gosh! I can't wait to have you, I am so wet right now"... She replied again.

And I smiled..😋

Diana and I had been teasing each other like this for a while now since we met at a leading Kenyan Hospital in Nairobi, Parklands where we both worked. She was a young nurse. And finally her schedule could permit us to meet.

A week later we met for the first time.

It was a f*ck date so everyone knew why they were here, no pretense was necessary. You know how it is.🤪

I had prepared well for it. To me I was representing the good people from around Lake Victoria, the descendants of the great Ramogi so I had to put up a "Champions League final" performance.

Everything started off as expected. She was amazed by the sexiness of my body. I was 6ft 2inches tall, muscular, and with a d*ck to match.

She was in for a treat...😋

The invisible referee sounded the whistle and we took off. Shirts and bra flying off like paper blown by the kalausi wind.

First round was extraordinary. I was impressed that she could match my Valour. This girl's got game..😘

2nd round and she rode me like the Pitbulls of Texas. I was left wondering the level of her sexual cravings. She must have been starving for years.

After the 3rd round, she suggested we got something to eat and I smiled. Babe was getting tired! I had said it!

But I was mistaken.

In the kitchen,she wanted one round while we waited for the food to get ready.

Back to the room she wanted another round while we waited for the food to cool off.

At this rate, I would have exhausted a 3 days......

To be continued.....

20/08/2024

FROM MY 23_YEAR OLD SELF

'I really hate the way my mom controls me!

I am 23 years of age yet my mum still insists on what I should put on, which friend to visit, and which neighbours not to talk to!

Imagine at 23 years of age, she still forces me to sit next to her during church service. Especially when we are on long holidays.

Who sits next to their mums at the church!!!??

What's more painful,
I can't dare bring my friends home to visit me during campus holidays. My mum insists that there are no meaningful friendships at my 'little' age and there was nothing important that we talked about apart from girls, parties and who has more followers on Instagram.

I was really pi**ed off by how she was controlling me!

At 23, I was already a man!

I needed to be left alone!

I needed space.

But again,I knew better not to tell my mum to stop controlling me.

She was a very tough lady who was very over protective of her family.
Part of me thought that by her controlling us as her kids, she was protecting us from this cruel world and just wanted the best for us.

But again another part of me thought that my mum was just old school and didn't know at a certain age, children should be given freedom to make their own decisions

Anyway

I was a 2nd year student at The Technical University of Kenya and our long holiday was finally coming to an end
I was finally going back to campus. Ohh sweet campus.
I was going to be free!

Free from my controlling mum!
Free from my nagging mum
Free from my old school mum.
I couldn't just wait!!!!
I had really waited for this long holiday to end for real.

Problem is, few weeks earlier, I had been sent to our local market to buy chicken feeds and I had met this young cute lady who was also doing shopping for her family at the minimart where I was. We lived in a small town called Oyugis within The Great County of Homabay.
She was tall, chocolate skin with very graceful eyes. She had an hourglass figure that was completely irresistible. She had a permanent smile that totally awakened my manly imaginations. I had finally met the girl of my dreams.

I gathered the courage to say hi and quickly compliment her beauty.

She blushed delicately and I was completely swept off my feet.
I had never dated before in my life due to my mom's strict nature.
But this one was worth the risk (or so I thought).

Ahhh...this was an opportunity to prove my manhood

Knowing too well I didn't have a phone of my own, I asked her for her number, wrote it down on a paper and lied to the lady that I had left my phone charging at home..

This cutie bought the story and I promised to call or text her soon

Fast forward,

I used to secretly text her via an uncle's phone. It was hard but we managed.
We talked about out likes, favourite meals and love.

She was a form four leaver who had come to visit her aunt. Originally she was from Nakuru.

Because I had secretly grown deep in love with her, I had sworn to hide from home, go see her at a place within our township and bid her bye before going back to campus.

She was my first real real love at 23.

Three days to my departure back to campus, my mum told me that she needed to send me to the bank to deposit some money for her.
It was money from her church chama as well as some good money she had made after selling her rice produce.
Yes my mom was a very hard working farmer and trader.

It was around 240k that I was to go deposit for her. It was money meant for my third year school fees, my dad's medical bills and my eldest sister's graduation fee.
Yes that's how hardworking my mom was!

She gave me very strong warning not to go anywhere else apart from the bank.
She was very very very serious.
She gave me the 240k in a big brown envelope and another 100bob for bodaboda to the bank.

I knew that this was my only perfect opportunity to meet and say goodbye to my new girl I had gotten.
With my mum's strictness, there was no better opportunity than this.

My love for this girl was young, real and raw.

I really wanted to see her even for only just 3 minutes. Going back to campus without seeing her even just this once was unimaginable. I just wanted to give her a warm tight hug with a deep wet kiss as farewell. That was all. Nothing more.

I was smitten.

I quickly and secretly took my uncle's phone and texted her that we meet somewhere hidden for like five minutes for a goodbye.
She texted me the name of a restaurant that was kinda hidden nobody would see us and snitch to my mom who was really a popular figure within town.

Fast forward,

I got to the restaurant and I immediately spotted my beautiful one at a corner, drinking afya mango.

She was dressed in a velvet knee length dress with a touch up of makeup. She was so so so pretty.

She had also ordered for Me a bottle of minute maid apple. I had told her I love that thing especially when served cold.

I told her I had missed her so much and decided to see her briefly for farewell now that I had the opportunity. She got so emotional that I was leaving so soon.

Though Amid the painful moments, she promised to come to Nairobi and TUK one day to pay me a visit. This sounded fantastic as we would get ample time to spend with each other far away from my mum's eyes.

I realised 10 minutes had elapsed and I had to rush to the bank immediately before my mom got mad.

She all over sudden pulled me close to her face and planted a deep, wet kiss on my lips. My very first KISS! This was going to be magical, and just what I wanted at the time. The feeling was just beyond imagination, the fantasies that came with this first kiss was just out of this world. For me, at the moment, it was just she and I against the world as Westlife sing in one of their songs.

I was caught by massive surprise and just as I was beginning to passionately kiss her too, I felt an abrupt sharp pain on my throat and my head became completely light.

I didn't remember anything after that.

I was roughly woken up by one of the waiters of that restaurant at around 6pm in the evening.
She told me that I had overslept and that they wanted to close!

I was having a very very bad headache, my chest was in massive pain and my hands were so weak. I was still in that same restaurant where I had come to meet my new catch.

I was told that she had left saying she had gone to get me a motorbike.
I was also told she had left with the big brown envelope.
Yes! The one that had my mum's 240k meant to be banked.

This lady had drugged me.
This lady had planted MCHELE in my drink that she herself had ordered!

This lady had gone away with my mum's 240k!
My fees!
My dad's medication expenses!
My family's savings!

All gone.

Now I knew why my mom didn't want me around ladies at that age. She knew!

Ati this point, I didn't know whether to go back home,

or to just commit su***de.....

I'll tell you what happened next in my next post.
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19/08/2024

Last year,

Tim, a friend of mine, asked me to do a safe abortion to his girlfriend of six months.

I said yes, why not

I had headed Kitui level four hospital's out patient department for six years. I had a wealth of experience in general psychiatry and trauma response. I tried to be a rational doctor at all time. I had my patients' needs at heart and while at it, I made solid friendships and received blessings from men and women to which my gifted hands had treated.

I looked forward to retirement. I had been blessed with a supportive family. Two boys and an amazing princess, Sarah. A daddy's girl.

I loved my children.

Together with my wife, we had worked hard to take them through the very best of schools in town. As at the time I was writing this, my two eldest boys were conviniently kickstarting their young careers in finance administration. My little girl Sarah was at her final year, Strathmore university studying cooperate law.

Sarah was 19.

Its important to note that during my time in the medical profession, I had mentored lots of young promising clinical students. I had supervised and guided many clinical interns and helped them own the vision of this noble profession. Of the students and young clinicians that were under my stewardship for post graduate pupilage, Tim was my favorite. He was apt and hardworking. He was research oriented and always wanted to learn the tools of trade in the medical field. I loved mentoring him. For the little time he was at Kitui general hospital for attachment, I allowed him to share my office space. I loved the industry of this young fellow.

One day,

Many months after Tim had left the general hospital to go back and finish his graduation, I received a call from him.

I was so happy to hear from my then hardworking student. We caught up on the old days we had shared in practices. After exchanging pleasantries, Tim mentioned to me that he had a serious problem that he needed me to advice him on. He profusely asked me not to judge him. He said he had made a careless mistake and he was only trusting me to handle it.

What rouble had this young man gotten into? Had he killed someone and needed me to hide the body? Definitely not that. What is this that he didn't want me to judge? We had a age difference of 20 plus years! Father and son was the scenario here. Anyway, I encourage him to open his heart to me and seek my counsel. I wasn't going to judge him. After all, was I God?

No I wasn't.

After a few minutes of hesitation, young Tim opened up. He told me that his girlfriend was pregnant and they had mutually agreed not to keep the baby. They were not ready. They were young and financially innocent. Their affair was illegal in the fact that their parents were not aware of it or had not concented to it. Problem was, the pregnancy had developed and it needed an experienced doctor to secure its safe termination. It was also an expensive endeavor. Tim had only one experienced medic who would not charge anything. Socrates

I thought about it. This was a hard call. I had secured many abortions in this field. Many. Nearly all of them were on medical grounds. Not moral grounds. I begun having a fight within my conscience. Part of me wanted to assist my young friend. Part of me wanted to hold my dignity and retire from the service with a clear conscience. The inner debate lasted three days and on the forth day, I took my phone and called back Tim.

Yes, I will do it.

I understood the predicament that my young mentee was in. I felt like I would be a let down to him if I didn't assist his situation. I had carried out a number of medical termination of pregnancies and this wasn't going to be any different. Since I went to Nairobi every weekend, I asked him to place an appointment with the young lady at a small clinic in kitengela from which I would carry the procedure and then proceed to ngong for the weekend. Before going down with the procedure, I profusely gave Tim possible outcomes., both short term and long term. I advised him on how to psychologically assist the lady after termination and finally, this was to be between us. No stories afterwards

The day came

Tim called and notified me that they were already at the clinic waiting on me. I was stuck in traffic that morning so I arrived later than we had agreed. I met Tim at the gate. He looked worked up and completely disoriented. He mentioned that the lady was already in the procedure ward waiting for me. I told him to relax. Everything was going to be okay. I told him to sit at the waiting bay as I headed to ward she was in.

I picked all the equipment that were nessesary for the procedure. I then whispered a little prayer and asked God to hold my hand during the process. I asked him to clear my clouded mind and to restore the young lady's heath afterwards. I then pushed open the door.

On the bed, ready for the procedure, and tears in her eyes, was my youngest and only daughter, Sarah.

16/08/2024

To ALL DEADBEAT/RUNAWAY DADS.

I had a one night stand with a lady named Veronica Karimi in 2014. We were both final year students at The Technical University of Kenya right at the heart of the CBD in Nairobi.
Infact, that night that we slept together, we were at the very last week of our stay at the University. We had met at a club outside the male students hostels in South B.

Veronica was tall, dark in complexion with an explosive figure.
That night when we met at the club, we got so drunk.
We danced, had more drinks, as we were particularly excited to finish the 4 tough years in campus.

At around 4am that morning, I asked Veronica to spend at my place as it was so late for her to struggle back to her hostel room in Upperhill alone.

She agreed, and like they say, the rest is history.

We were hungry, very hungry for each other. The passion between our bodies was on fire and to be honest, I don't remember if we even used protection. The night was fire 🔥 and was lit 🔥 🔥

Anyways.

A month after that night, Veronica called me and with panick in her voice, she told me that she had missed her periods. Like WTF?
I blocked her calls instantly!

Just like me, Veronica ought to have known too well that it was just a one night stand and that was it!

Why was she getting pregnant? What happened to P2? What happened to taking caution the morning after?

At some point I even felt that she wanted to blackmail me with pregnancy so that I begin sending her unnecessarily monies.

Anyway

After I blocked her, she kept sending me long messages.
How she regretted the night. How she cant terminate the pregnancy, how she just wanted psychological support, how her parents would disown her if she got rid of the child. Blah blah....
I didn't care!

Come on, It was just a one night....where were all these pregnancy texts coming from?

I relocated to Siaya after graduation and I never heard from Veronica Karimi again. She got tired of calling and texting me.
I don't know if she kept the baby.
I don't know if she terminated it.

Fast forward
I relocated back to Nairobi a few years after my contract with an NGO I was working with ended in Siaya.
You see, am a medic so it wasn't tough getting another job in Nairobi sooner. By this time, I had got married to the love of my life Cathy who i met and decided to settle with.

Cathy was a nurse by profession. Humble, sweet,incredibly gracefully and a homely lady.

By all means she had won my heart and for sure I knew I wanted to be with her. To grow old with her. To bring up my children with her. By all means Cathy was the one who had to be the mother to my children.

Unfortunately,

My Cathy underwent a fibroid removal surgery about a month after our wedding and this severely affected her ability to have children. We tried and tried and tried. But sadly my lovely and dear wife Cathy couldn't conceived.

This really really broke us.

We visited countless number of doctors and fertility experts. We knocked at the doors of many gynecologists and experts. Some gave us hope to keep trying and trying. We took a number of traditional herbs to salvage this situation but nothing changed, we even went deep into Maasai Land for their traditional medicine which we heard was the best with no help. Others took our money with the promise that the medication they gave us would help her conceive.

After 4 years of childlessness, my wife Cathy and I were devastated.

As a man, I was felt completely defeated by life.

Having a child is every man's pride. But living with the painful knowledge that you and your wife may never have children was so scary 😨.

Its at this time that I got tempted to reach out to Veronica Karimi, the lady I had a one night stand with 6 years ago and claimed to have gotten pregnant.

I was tempted to call her number and see if the pregnancy was real. And if at all she kept the baby. Atleast that way, I would secretly know I have my blood somewhere.

But that would totally damage my wife.

I felt lost. What was I to do?

Silently, I prayed that Veronica may have kept the pregnancy and that one day in the fullness of time, I would get to see him or her. I know it was wrong of me to deny the pregnancy and run away.
I was young and stupid. Yes.

I started drinking alcohol heavily.

I could go to clubs every evening just to drink myself off and forget the pain of childlessness. I couldn't betray my wife Cathy by marrying a second wife. We had taken an oath in church to remain true to each other, no matter what.

So Alcohol became my second wife.

One day, I went to Rongai to attend a birthday party for a colleague of mine. It was a great night of partying and merry making. Alcohol was in its excess and we danced to the tunes of life. I temporarily forgot my misery. I just wanted massive distraction. And parties really helped.

At around 2am in the morning, I requested for an Uber to take me back home from Rongai to Langata where I was staying

The distance was quite long and to kill boredom, I stroke a conversation with the driver. He was a pleasant guy who was in his mid 30s. We spoke about everything in general and nothing in particular. He told me life had been hard for him that's why he worked during the day as a messenger and at night as a uber driver. We blamed UhuRuto economy for everything bad in our lives.

He painfully narrated to me that he had a sick son at the hospital and every shilling he made from Uber was going to the hospital bills.

I really felt for him.

As we were getting to Langata, he told me that my Uber fee was 960 and that instead of sending it to his mpesa, he gave me his wife's number to send the cash directly to her so that she could handle bills at the hospital where his son was admitted.

When he gave me the number and upon sending the money, I immediately recognised the name that mpesa message showed. VERONICA KARIMI. I also recognised the number too.

I had just sent the money to Veronica Karimi, my University fling, my one night stand lady who claimed to have carried my kid.

I begun shaking in this car

With a trembling voice, I asked the uber driver if this Veronica wife of his was tall, dark, big eyes and from Nakuru?
He said yes, while shocked.

I also asked him if this son that was hospitalised was biologically his or he married Veronica as a single mum.

With shock, confusion and stammers, he told me that he was just taking care of Veronica's son as his own since he loved her and they we're a couple.

I immediately asked the driver to turn around and rush me to that hospital where Veronica's son was admitted. I NEEDED TO GET THERE NOW.

That kid was mine.

Veronica Karimi had kept the baby!

I wasn't childless after all!!!!

I needed to get to that hospital immediately and see my blood. My heir, my only hope of being called Daddy.
I was going to do anything to make sure that kid got first class medication and be discharged.
I just wanted to get there ASAP.

The uber driver saw the urgency in my voice and maybe thought I was Veronica's cousin or brother or something.

He didn't ask questions.

He drove me to the hospital and as I rushed to the ward where I was told he was at, I met Veronica at the corridor, crying.

She saw me and ran towards me and fell so hard on chest while crying painfully. Her now husband was so confused.

She cried and cried.

She cursed me for abandoning her. She accused me of using her. But most sadly, she painfully accused me of abandoning my own blood. My own son.

It's at this point that one of the doctors came to where we were standing and painfully said..

' We tried our best. But we lost the young boy an hour ago due to sickle cell complications'

Veronica fainted.

I stood there. Lost and defeated.

I wasn't going to be a father after all.

Karma is real guys.
A better world is possible if. Men, go back home and love your blood.

Don't be like me....

14/08/2024

Let's call her Cathy.
Though that isn't her real name

Our wedding was in four days time, though I was not going to be her first husband. She had been married before. I hear the marriage had lasted three years.

She had divorced? No.
She was widowed? No.

My Cathy's ex-husband had disappeared mysteriously. People say he was a very successful medical doctor. In Nanyuki where they had lived, he was famous for his successes in general surgery and his advocacy for community health. Those who had known him say he was an easy guy; though with a drinking problem.

One day, he disappeared mysteriously. Nobody knew where he'd gone to.

An intensive search for him followed. Mortuaries, forests, newspaper alerts.
Nothing.

Cathy (now my fiancé) had been devastated.

She loved him.

To her, their marriage was a heaven offered to her here on earth. She was usually proud of him. She had looked forward to spending 'forever' with him, and raising a beautiful family together. Something that his sudden disappearance had brought to an end.

After an year with no success in the search, Cathy had sunk into the lowest levels of depression. She had attempted su***de twice. Only to be left with severe wounds. She had missed him for real. Sadly, she didn't know whether to mourn, to wait or simply to accept and move on. She had pain in her heart. Real pain.

She had decided to move to Gilgil to pick up her pieces and start over.

That's where we had met.

After two years of anguish, she still looked pretty and graceful. We had met at local restaurant in Gilgil town. I was then a human resource assistant at a ICT company, so I usually frequented the restaurant during the evenings for coffee given Gilgil's unpleasant weather patterns.

On one particular evening, the restaurant was full to capacity so I had to share a table with this one particular lady who had arrived earlier. Cathy.

We started a conversation and talked lightly and randomly on sports, weather and the prevailing hard economic times. She was polite, knowledgeable and very open minded. I liked her instantly.
After coffee, we exchanged contacts. We made a point of doing coffee the following week. That night as I went to bed, her appearances kept flashing through my mind. I couldn't catch sleep. Her graceful height, the easy smile, the snow white eyes that occasionally locked into mine earlier in the evening. Her voice, calm and provocative. Her neck hanging delicately above her feminine chest....

There's just no way I was going to sleep. Isaac was in love!

The coffee dates became regular and the movie nights became a ritual. One thing led to the other and kaboom! Love had started and we became Gilgil's newest couple.

In all honesty, I loved Cathy. I thought about her most of the time. I fantasized about marriage. Kids. A happy home.

She had asked me to give her more time. She told me the feelings were mutual. But she needed to position herself well career wise and such. I didn't want to waste time, I wanted to marry her as soon as the following morning. I was insecure perhaps. Or simply young at love.
I don't know. Occasionally she had mentioned her ex husband.
Something about him going abroad and settling with a White lady there.

A BIG LIE.

Every time I sort clarity about him, she got very uncomfortable. Sometimes I could see tears linger on her eyes upon the mention of him. Did she still love him? Hadn't she moved on? Three full years and she was still in pain? I was confused.

On the seventh month of the forth year of our relationship, she suddenly said she was ready to be my wife.

She wanted to walk into marriage with me. Her dream had been a simple yet classy church wedding.

You can imagine how I was overjoyed. Patience pays I tell you!

I wasn't going to waste any more time. I called home and announced to my parents that behold! Their first son's bride was well on the way for formal introductions. With my little savings, I managed a gold laced wedding ring, her fantasy wedding gown and purchases enough to help us start off a simple happy home.

My accounts were totally drained. Brokeness was looming. But who cared? Cathy was going to be my wife and the mother to my children!

All arrangements played out well. She was excited too. Or so she seemed.

I was the proverbial man of the hour. Only days away to a grand exit from the bachelor's club. My parents were happy for me. My loving mother couldn't stop announcing the upcoming wedding at the market where she sold second hand shoes and safari bags. My father's mates kept patting my back and throwing random lines into the air 'welcome to the fraternity of real men son'

Indeed. Him who finds a wife, finds a good thing.

The wedding preparations were done! The day was nigh. Saturday was the day!

I forgot to mention that Cathy was severely diabetic. So sometimes we had to stock her emergency injections in case the pain became overwhelming.

On this particular Wednesday ( three days to our big day) she woke up in severe pain. I frantically went from one chemist to the other in search of her drugs. None! All drugs stores in Gilgil had run out of the said injection. I was devastated.

My soon to be wife was in pain and the drugs weren't available in the entire of our small town.

Out of desperation. I called my uncle who worked with the flying doctors AMREF and explained the situation to him. Sadly, he was out of the country but he insisted that I get a car and drive my fiancée to Nairobi where he would book us with a colleague of his at Nairobi women's hospital.

The colleague would then access Cathy and prescribe drugs that would help her all through the big day. I ran to ATM and withdrew the 13,000/- that was left in my account. I called on a friend who owned a taxi car and after fueling the car, off we were to Nairobi from Gilgil.

After a tiring three hours drive, we were at Nairobi women's hospital, waiting for our turn to see the said colleague to my uncle.

The wait was becoming painfully long as my wife to be was not taking it anymore. After what seemed like eternity, the nurse came over to us and said politely that the doctor was ready to see Cathy.

With the help of my taxi friend, we held her on both sides, and walked towards the doctors door. We got in and rested her on an armchair that was waiting.

As the doctor turned to face and examine Cathy, their eyes locked and kaboom!

She let out one big yell that caught all of us off guard. She held the doctor by the collar of his coat and and as if a hot knife was cutting through her bare skin, she screamed..

'EDDY!'

'Eddy!!! Eddy where have you been!'

'Eddy my love! Why did you leave me?

I looked at the doctor (Eddy)
He was in tears too. He was shaking and holding Cathy's cheeks.

To me, it was like a dream. Only that it was truly happening.
This guy was Dr. Eddy. My Cathy's ex husband who had disappeared and broke her delicate heart. It was him!

I felt the sun set, at NOON!

I walked out of that room. I was weak. I looked for something to lean on. I closed my eyes.. I prayed.

But I don't remember exactly what I told God...

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