I used to be the woman who stayed in the shadows, receiving “clandestine” calls at 11:00 PM and waiting for crumbs of affection. For three years, I was the “other woman” to a powerful businessman in Nairobi. He would tell me he loved me, but when the sun rose, he went back to a home where I didn’t exist. I was tired of being the secret, the one who was hidden away while another woman enjoyed his name and his wealth.
Many women think that being a “Side-Chick” is a lifestyle, but it is a prison of the soul. I wanted the ring, the respect, and the legal right to be called his wife. Every time I brought up the topic of marriage, he would go cold or change the subject. I realized that it wasn’t just his indecision—there were spiritual forces at play keeping him tied to a loveless situation while keeping me on the periphery.…CONTINUE READING
