For weeks, Mwende had been feeling off. Her once-loving boyfriend Brian had become cold, detached, and always “busy” with suspicious overtime. The vibes were no longer vibing. The spark had died. The calls were short, the kisses colder, and suddenly, his phone was always on silent. But she kept hope alive. Until one unforgettable Friday night in Umoja.“I felt it in my stomach,” she said.
“Roho iliniambia leo ndio siku.”Mwende pretended she was traveling upcountry for a burial. Instead, she came back home quietly, boarded a bodaboda from the stage, and tiptoed to their one-room bedsitter. As luck would have it, the door was slightly open. She slipped in like a ninja and hid inside the wardrobe, phone in hand, recording.To read more,click here
