This archive report was first published on 18 September 2019.
My wife and I had been married since 2012, and she gave birth to our first child in 2014. We were happy, but our happiness was short-lived as we soon found ourselves trying for a second child. In 2016, we decided to try again, but this time, I was optimistic that I would finally get a boy child and close the chapter on our family.
However, our hopes were dashed as my wife and I tried for two years without success. It was not until September 2018 that my wife suggested we visit a gynecologist to determine where the problem lay. I accompanied her to the doctor's office in Nairobi's Upper Hill, where we waited for 20 minutes before being called in.
As we waited, I picked up a newspaper at the reception and made myself busy. But my heart sank when I heard my wife and the doctor arguing in the next room. I knocked on the door, and my wife quickly dressed up and rushed to sit down. I confronted them, and the doctor pleaded with me not to do anything. But in the process, he called a security officer who threw me outside the compound.
I went home crying, and my wife came and took all her belongings. I never bothered to ask her where she was going because I was in great anger and pain. After one week of silence, I noticed she was serious and may never come back.
When I called her, she told me, 'Go there, even this child is with me, not you. You are a man of a certain kind who cannot even provide for a woman!' That statement pained me a lot, and I regretted meeting her and paying her college fee and helping her secure a job.
I came to learn that my wife had moved to live in Kasarani, and the doctor was the one paying rent for her. But I did not want to lose her like that. I hatched a revenge scheme and went to Dr. Mugwenu for help. He gave me something to put outside the doctor's house, which would cause him to lose concentration and clients would disappear too.
After two months, my wife called while crying and apologizing bitterly. She told me that she had not paid rent, the doctor had left her, and our child was admitted to the hospital. I ignored her, but she constantly called, every day she would call more than five times.
I decided to call the gynecologist and told him, 'You know, malipo ni hapa hapa duniani.' It was after that call that he decided to open up to me. He regrettably apologized and promised not to repeat what he had done. He confessed that since he started sleeping with my wife, all clients disappeared, and he even closed the clinic.
I was happy to hear that and clearly explained to him that I am the cause and if he wants to recover, he should reward me heavily. Well, I am now rich, thanks to Dr. Mugwenu, and I am also happy.
