“Dennis Is Sleeping With Your Wife When You Are Away at Work,” My Neighbours Told Me
The words hit me like a slap. I was standing outside my house in Pipeline, Nairobi, still wearing my dusty work boots, when my neighbour pulled me aside. He looked around nervously before speaking. “Bro, we have been quiet for long,” he said. “But it’s not right. Dennis is sleeping with your wife when you are away at work.” For a moment, I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because my mind refused to accept it. Dennis was my friend. My wife, Ruth, was the woman I trusted with my life.
I had been married for eight years. I worked as a technician in Industrial Area, leaving home early and coming back late. Ruth stayed at home, running a small online clothes business. Dennis lived two houses away. He was friendly, always smiling, always available to “help” when I was not around. He fixed our gate once. He helped Ruth carry shopping bags. I never suspected anything. Trust can make you blind.
