Flora noticed the bags under his eyes, his shirt was creased, as if it had been chewed by a cow. Alex tried to chip in with the housework but between lectures, setting and marking exams, school runs, he often forgot to do things like ironing. Once back in Nairobi, Flora tried ignoring Alex. “I'm at the hospital, I really wish you'd answer my texts.”“Which hospital?” Flora always read his texts. He would forever be haunted by the way his children looked at him when he walked in.

Source: The Star June 06, 2020 05:26 UTC