Jack walked the steps to his front door and opened it. As he hung his kanzu, koti on the kanzu, koti rack he shouted. “Darling, I’m home!”
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking chajio, chakula cha jioni for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came nyumbani from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m...