Getting married stands clear, heads and shoulders above certain important events, like birthdays, circumcision, breaking of one’s virginity and even travelling abroad for the first time. So much energy goes into the meticulous planning, months of preparation and sending invitations. Unfortunately, what took years to build can be brought down by one awful event, divorce. The thing about destruction is, it is both disruptive and destructive. A building that took two years to construct, a bulldozer can bring it down in under one minute.
I married Timothy the old-fashioned way, a traditional ceremony in Kapenguria. He gave my parents what is owed to them, the dowry in full; Nineteen cows and money that my father chose not to disclose its magnitude. It took a while for me to conceive my first child, but when Isaac finally came, he brought with him an added appeal to us, an extra gear towards finding true happiness. We both loved him dearly and pampered him, so much that my mum admonished us for overindulging him. Isaac knew that a simple pretense of crying will send both of us running to him, like a Royal prince to be served whatever he wanted.
Just as the merry moments were fun and enjoyable, so were the bad ones. Slowly but surely, Timothy started to drift away from us. He stopped caring and as time went by, found no need to hide his temper and ill-will against me. He became abusive and occasionally used his belt to offer what he called “swift punishment”.
Before I could get my parents involved, he came home one day and informed me that I should be ready for a permanent break up. In other words, he was hinting at divorce. I called his mum, with whom we got along and she assured me that she would talk to him, hopefully dissuade him from pursuing a separation. It didn’t go down well, as he came home rather furious the next day, which meant a thorough dressing down and whipping, this time in front of Isaac, who cried his lungs out without any of us rushing to help him as usual.
Timothy seemed to have made his mind up. During the previous spat, he even alluded to wanting to marry someone else, going as far mentioning the name Sarah. I stayed awake all night, wondering what happened to all the beautiful moments we shared, the dreams of marking our tenth anniversary with a trip to Cape Town.
All of that came crumbling down, thanks to a native doctor recommended to me by his own mother!! His name is Dr. Mugwenu. I contacted him through the address +254740637248 and within a few hours, our marriage turned from a torturous encounter to the best romantic telenovela on Earth. Using what he termed Love and Binding spells, a Love Portion basically that works instantly, Timothy quickly changed his mind and revoked everything he had planned. The divorce quickly became a subject of the past.
How Dr. Mugwenu managed such a quick turnaround, I don’t know, and honestly I don’t care. What matters is, we are now on our way to Egypt to witness the Pyramids of Giza, learn a bit of history and share more glorious moments together. Thanks to Dr. Mugwenu, my marriage has not just been salvaged but also galvanized.
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