I still remember the day I introduced my wife to my parents. It was a bright Sunday afternoon, and I was full of excitement. I had finally found the woman I wanted to spend my life with — kind, hardworking, and full of life. Her name was Wanjiku, a beautiful Kikuyu woman who had captured my heart from the first moment we met. I believed she was perfect for me, and I was ready to start our journey together.
But my joy was met with caution, even hostility. My parents, deeply rooted in our traditions and family expectations, looked at her with skepticism. After exchanging pleasantries, my father leaned back in his chair and said sternly:
“Don’t bring that your Kikuyu wife to us. You will regret it.”…CONTINUE READING
