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MY STORY: Mine was a marriage made in hell



Christine Kinyua, 44, has endured emotional abuse, survived a brain tumour, and had a taste of true love, though short-lived. A nurse by profession, she felt the need to run away from heartbreak, negative energy and anything that threatened her peace of mind. She tells her story to Soni Kanake.

“My name is Christine Kinyua, a mother of two and a nurse at MP Shah Hospital, Nairobi. Today, I can confidently say life is good after having navigated several curveballs and healed of the emotional wounds I had sustained along the way.

I got married to a man who accepted my daughter and being young, I figured I had the whole world ahead of me to enjoy life. I was working in Rwanda but my husband and I always made time for each other as I would visit or he would come over.

However, he fell into the habit of always putting me down. He would tell me that I wasn’t a good mother and that my daughter had picked negative traits from me. This continued emotional bashing was slowly destroying my soul but at the time all I wanted was for my marriage to work.

We had good times and really bad times. I frequently called home, especially to monitor my daughter’s progress who was in the care of her step-dad and nanny. However, I started getting suspicious when I noticed that every evening I called my husband, he would tell me that ‘we’ are watching movies. Hmmm … Alarm bells went off; I knew my daughter was asleep so it dawned on me that he usually sat up late with the nanny watching movies.

My sixth sense told me there was trouble in paradise but I didn’t pay it much heed. One day during my visits to Kenya, we were chatting with the house-help when she received a message on her phone from my husband who wanted her to take his suits to the dry-cleaners. So she was shamelessly asking me to get her my husband’s suits from our bedroom. I was heartbroken and wondered why he could not text me instead. I could not help but wonder what else he was hiding from me.

Our relationship was punctuated with accusations and counter-accusations. Every time I was around, there was a fight about a certain girl or suggestive late-night texts. I also realised he did not want people to know he was married because when we went to church, his friends were shocked he had a wife. It wasn’t all gloom as we got our son in 2009.

We were also keen on saving as a family and I would send him $1,000 (Approxmately Sh80,000) every month for our kitty. I remember once while he was in Kigali I asked him how much we had saved. He stammered and was not forthright and up until today I have no idea what happened to about Sh860,000 I had sent him. My heart sunk and I realised he was not only abusing me emotionally but financially as well. When I think about it today, I never got a coin from a chicken project I had financed back home.

Before I met him, he had accumulated debt on his credit card but did not mention it. One day while I was in Rwanda, he sent me a text message claiming that he needed a loan for a certain project that was to benefit us as a family. He wanted Sh80,000 and since I hadn’t been paid, I was a bit hesitant. He became manipulative telling me to stay with my money.

I loved him too much and money was not going to come in between us so after payday, I wired him Sh100,000 only for him to confess later that the money was for his credit card. This new level of betrayal pierced my heart like a sword and I cried until my colleagues thought I had lost someone back home. The pain was surreal. How could he do this to me? I kept asking myself over and over again.

I relocated to Kenya in 2011 but working on our marriage was proving futile as there was always something to fight about. I had opened a clinic but it wasn’t doing too well. Meanwhile, I was getting stressed, which was compounded by a nagging headache that was not responding to painkillers.

I sought medical attention but to no avail until one day I decided to have an MRI on my own volition without a doctor’s prescription. The results were shocking as they revealed that I had a meningioma (brain tumour) that needed to be removed. Thankfully it was benign and I had a successful surgery late 2015.

Sometimes you have to run to survive and that was what I did when I realised my marriage wasn’t working. I decided it was enough and it was time to walk away.

The emotional pain was too much to bear and left me yearning for a place to call home; a place to belong. I remember running from church to church in a bid to find solace. I tried running to the pubs too but the wine did not bring that sense of fulfilment and peace my troubled soul was seeking. I ended up in my sister’s house and stayed with her until I was back on my feet again.

My daughter was already in boarding school and she did not see me going through the anguish. I remember my friends pushing me to sue my now ex-husband for child support but I did not want to. What if he refused to honour the court orders and I had to keep chasing him to pay up? To save my heart from such agony, I chose to let him be.

On the other hand, he still kept tabs on my life. He would visit while I was away and tell the house-girl to inform him on my daily activities. He would write me insulting text messages which I would return with a double dose of hatred until I realised it was draining me emotionally and stopped responding to him.

I had to dig an imaginary grave and bury him so as to move on. I had to forget he existed and realise that my children depended on me. My healing journey was not easy but I was lucky to have understanding and non-judgmental friends who made it easier.

I have documented my life story in a book, Nurse on the Run, which is in book stores, as a way of healing and also to encourage a woman going through what I did.

I found love in February 2017 but unfortunately he was snatched away from me by death in barely a year. He became terminally ill and I was there for him every day until he breathed his last. I guess some things are just kept as memories.

Source: Saturday Nation

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UoN masters degree finalist who sells eggs appeals for a job



A jobless graduate who’s finalising his masters degree is appealing for well-wishers to give him a job. Dennis Obiri Ogola from Ndumbuini in Kabete sells boiled eggs despite having a diploma, degree and is set to complete his master’s programme in early 2021.

“I’m currently doing my masters and I’m in my last semester of the coursework. I have a diploma in Procurement and Supply Chain Management from the Kenya Institute of Management and a Bachelor of Commerce degree (Procurement and Supply Chain Management option) from the University of Nairobi,” says Dennis.

Humble background, hawking eggs, rent arrears

The soft-spoken Dennis hails from a humble background and is the firstborn in a family of six children. Wellwishers enabled him to pursue his studies and he dreams of helping his younger siblings get a good education.

“I was helped by a children’s home to complete my primary school education. I joined high school in the same children’s home and because of my good manners, they offered to further my education. I did my diploma and after scoring a second class (upper division) in my degree, I got sponsors for the Master of Business Administration (MBA) programme at UoN,” he says.

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Dennis got into the eggs business after another well-wisher was touched by his plight and gave him the startup capital even though the proceeds scarcely meets his needs. On a good day, he makes Sh300 profit which he reinvests in the business, leaving him with peanuts to live off.

“I have some rent arrears but I spoke to the landlord and he’s understanding- but at the end of the day, he wants money.” Photo: Courtesy.

 “After hearing of my situation, an empathetic Human Resource practitioner in a financial institution gave me capital to start this business selling eggs and smokies. In a day, I sell a tray of boiled eggs at Sh600 (Sh20 per egg), making a Sh300 profit. I spend Sh300 on eggs for the next day and use some of the remaining money buy saviets, onions and tomatoes for kachumbari , wrapping papers and tomato sauce. The remainder of the money cannot pay my rent. I have some rent arrears but I spoke to the landlord and he’s understanding- but at the end of the day, he wants money,” he says.

“The far I’ve reached, it’s taken a lot of patience and perseverance. I would like to appeal to anyone with a job to offer me the opportunity. I dream of at least helping my siblings,” concludes Dennis, who has over ten certificates.

You can reach Dennis on 0705446010.

by SDE

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Aisha Jumwa, aide fail to take plea in murder case




Malindi Member of Parliament Aisha Jumwa and her aide Geoffrey Otieno will spend another night in police cells pending bail ruling in a murder case against them.

The two were arraigned in a Mombasa court on Thursday and charged with the murder of Gumbao Jola who was killed in the chaos that ensued during campaigns for a by-election in Ganda Ward on October 15, 2019.

They denied the charges before Mombasa High Court Judge Lady Justice Njoki Mwangi.

The defence lawyers led by Danstan Omari, Jared Magolo and Cliff Ombeta asked the court to release the suspects on reasonable bail terms.

The lawyers accused the state of frustrating the lawmaker who is also facing graft charges and urged the court to free the two on bail.

Earlier in the day, Justice Mwangi was forced to briefly defer plea taking to allow the Director of Public Prosecutions (DPP’s) office to avail missing mental assessment report for Jumwa’s co-accused.

The judge also questioned the validity of Ms Jumwa’s medical report, which the court noted bears a signature that’s not that of a psychiatric known to be conducting the assessments in Mombasa.

The prosecution, however, explained that the medic who appends his signatures on the report has retired and that the procedure was done by his colleague who is currently in charge.

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Comedian Othuol Othuol’s father speaks for the first time following son’s death




Father to the late Churchill show comedian Othuol Othuol has today spoken for the first time and revealed that he was against his son’s comedy career.

Peter Omondi, Othuol’s father, disclosed that he always felt like comedy was a lazy man’s career which he did not want his son participating in.

Due to his father being against his dream career, the late Othuol Othuol had to leave home in Nyanza unknowingly and go to Nairobi where he joined Churchill’s comedy group.

However, with time as his son’s popularity grew, the late Othuol Othuols’s said that he came to accept his chosen career.

Othuol’s new path and fame brought a lot of popularity in the family that his father had to always be careful wherever he went.

This fact gave Othuol’s father so much pride as he realised that he now had someone to answer to and protect his image.

Speaking about his son’s life, Peter Omondi said that Othuol’s passion for comedy began at a very early age.

He wished that he knew better to encourage his son’s passion instead of discouraging him. He was very proud that Othuol still forced himself to do what he loved.

“I didn’t want him to do comedy. I always thought comedy was for those who didn’t want to work hard. From that, i knew that you must identify your kid’s talent and be serious with it,” Othuol’s father said.

The 56-year-old Peter, also talked about a side of Othuol Othuol that many people did not know about.

According to him, his son Othuol was a brilliant kid in school who would often be in the first position.

However, he would always turn the tables around and become last in his class in case his parents failed to acknowledge his efforts.

Othuol’s character was also very surprising to his father, as the late comedian always hang out with kids below his age and joke around a lot.

According to Peter, Othuol did not like being around his peers or older kids.

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