Admitting that you toyed with the idea of a husband—much less that I even dreamed of taking his name—seemed like a betrayal of feminism.
But, I realized that life is more profound than a sentence. Therefore, the lessons I can count cannot be sufficiently contained in a sentence, however long.
He had never claimed me. Was this now a promising sign, or was he just being a mensch? Technically, we were not in a relationship, we were just together.
Will I be the cliché Kenyan who lives above his means like the rest of the plebeians in this country? Yes, yes I will. Am I ashamed? Of course — not!