“Don’t Bring That Your Kikuyu Wife to Us,” My Parents Warned Me — But What They Didn’t Believe Happened Next
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.”
My mother nodded silently, her expression unreadable but clearly aligned with my father’s sentiment. They warned me about cultural differences, potential conflicts, and what they believed would be a life full of tension and disappointment. I tried to reason with them. I told them how honest, respectful, and loving Wanjiku was. I explained that love should not be limited by tribe. But my words fell on deaf ears. Their disapproval was firm, and it cut deeper than I expected.
Despite the warnings, I married Wanjiku. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I knew she was the one. For a while, life seemed perfect. We laughed, we planned for the future, and we supported each other in everything. But the tension with my family grew. They rarely visited, and when they did, conversations were strained. Even small disagreements at home seemed to escalate because of their disapproval.
