This is a fictional article on the ills of polygamy. I hope you will not only enjoy it, but that you will learn something from it.
My name is Sylvester. I have three wives. I stay in Kenya, in the capital city of Nairobi. Kenya is an East African country, and the inhabitants have deep-rooted traditional beliefs and practices. That is part of the reason I have three wives.
In September 1999, while I was a new freshman (first-year) at one of the national universities in Kenya, Maseno University, which is near the lakeside city of Kisumu, I cannot forget how a girl welcomed me and made me feel very comfortable. She gave me a rousing welcome, almost as though she had known me all her life.
I later learnt that she was a third-year architecture student. Her name was Susan. Once in a while, we would meet in the lecture-hall corridors, or in the dining-hall. Being a Bachelor of Commerce student, we hardly shared classes, except a few general requirements, for instance, Fine Art, and Statistics.
When we were doing the course Statistics, in September 2001, we were given group projects to do. Both Susan and I were in the same group. Apparently, she was also weak in Mathematics. She would, time and again, ask me how to solve complicated problems with long formulas.
Owing to her very frequent requests, we would spend a lot of time, especially in class, solving these problems. We had daily assignments, so we would actually meet on a daily basis.
Our bond had, by her graduation in June 2002, reached “irreversible” levels. We were love-birds.
A year down the line, while I was a Junior (third-year), Susan had gotten a job with one of the top government agencies, and had gotten a house in the lakeside Kisumu City. She had a habit of coming to pay me a visit every weekend.
Soon she started inviting me to her house every weekend. I developed a schedule of leaving the university at 6.30pm one Saturday evening every month, and return to college by 6.30pm each and every Sunday. That became two Saturdays a month, then every Saturday each month.
This continued till my graduation in June 2003. Upon my graduation, I moved to Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, to stay with Angela, my cousin. I was lucky to have gotten a job in August 2003 with Commercial Bank of Africa, one of the top banks in Kenya. I got the position of Customer Service Executive. The pay package and benefits were quite attractive. The loaning terms were just wonderful.
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