My womb was a barren field, sun-baked and cracked. For 32 years, the whispers followed me like dust devils - "mwanamke alisema," "mama hana watoto." Even God, if He existed, seemed to have locked the door to motherhood. Then, amidst the despair, bloomed a story so ripe with the absurd, it'd make the village drunk blush.
My name is Caroline Wanjugu, and I, a 55-year-old spinster from Muguga Town, am now a mother – of twins! Not through divine intervention, mind you, but through the questionable intervention of a charismatic witch doctor and a one-night stand that could make a nun raise an eyebrow.
It all started with a whisper, carried on the wind from Kiambu ..CONTINUE READING