Wife/ hasband

It was on a Friday evening. The setting of the sun had coloured the western horizon brick-red. I had one of my neighbourhood quarroling to his wife. No Menute to wast, the wife took a panga trying to cut his chairs in the house. As soon a was seeing, my father came to see what was happening he did not say enthing. As I was a young girl I called chief of our village.

Location: Kibera, Nairobi, Kenya