Sunday, 23 February 2014 11:02PM. Dear Jennifer, When I woke up in the morning today, I found Georgie lying beside me in bed, fast asleep. I stood up and walked stealthily to the living room, then to his meditation room, trying to see if there was any scruffy sign of Tiger. The two rooms were lonely and quiet. I walked to the kids bedroom and found them still asleep. I left as calm as I had gone in; I did not want to wake them up so early on a Sunday. When I returned to my bedroom, I found Georgie awake; in fact, surfing the Internet on his smartphone. "Good morning, my lord," I greeted. "Morning, dear," he replied in a calm croaky voice, unminding my presence. I moved closer and sat next to him on the bed. 

Wednesday, 26 February 2014 6:00PM Dear Jennifer, Faith and I went to pay our last respects to Edith at Star Mortuary here in town. She will be interred at her family's place in Nyakach at the weekend. I walked beside Faith to help keep her emotions steady, but she kept breaking down most of the time and the people we travelled with to the morgue would not even help me pacify her. In fact, I overheard one woman in the group saying to another, "This is bad. For her to have killed her fellow workmate is unforgivable before God." I knew she was referring to Faith, and I wondered where such bitter sentiments stemmed from. I wanted to turn to the woman and ask what else she knew about the murder, but decided to hold myself down. It was not my onus to ignite a probe. Later that aftern

Friday, 28th February 201410:00PM.Dear Jennifer,Faith’s case was mentioned today and she was released on a five hundred thousand shillings cash bail (which I paid from my family’s account), and so I decided to pay her a visit for a small talk. My lawyer told me that she was a bit closed up about giving details and that I needed to find time with her and explain to her the importance of opening up for a court case.I found her watching news in her house - she looked weary and troubled. She welcomed me with a firm hug and great appreciation about my intervention in her case. After she had served me tea, I decided to start up the conversation.“Faith, my lawyer says you are hard on giving information,” I started, and poured some water to cool the bath, “You’re the like of my husband who clamps onto information like a kangaroo onto its child. Georgie has never been easy on opening up about anything,

Sunday, 2nd March 2014, 6:15PM Dear Jennifer, GEORGIE returned home today. The kids – especially Harriet – were so delighted to see him back as safe as he had left. But I was on something else. I noticed that he was putting on the gold ring, and a strong repugnance against it suddenly struck my heart. As I hugged him, I felt something pushing me to hold his finger and pull off the ring, but I kept my knickers on. “Baba, Tiger came here and threatened me. He said he was going to be my father.” It was Harriet who opened up the conversation about Tiger when Georgie had already sat down in the house. I had not even thought about the approach to take in handling the gridlock. Georgie turned up his eyebrows and cast onto me looks that seemed to beg the question “did you tell the kids about him”? I nodded, as if I had read and understood the facial expression, and remaine

Monday, 3 February 201411:03MP.Dear Jennifer,Georgie has not returned home since yesterday and I am beginning to think something might be wrong, considering how he left yesterday, acerbic and disintegrated in family matters. Really, where would he be in the middle of this fracas? If he does not take great care, then he might as well be a target for the cops, given his high profile connections with Tiger. Information has also reached me that he went out to frighten someone. Why would he do that on someone who has entrusted me with their life?I went out to buy the Bible from a bookshop. If it could be a protection against Tiger and his mischiefs, then it was nothing to give a flying puck. Sincerely  speaking, dear sister, I am wearied and scared of seeing the mystical Tiger's face every day and listening to his threats and mockeries. Where the hell did my marriage start rolling downhill?