05/02/2026
I am called Maya also they call me Diana Kendi, I no understand myself again honestly. Every time I tell my husband I am going market, I end up sitting with different men in café like I am customer loyalty program of confusion. I dress nice, I say “just small coffee”, but my legs just walking me to wrong destiny like they have own brain and no permission needed. My husband think I am holy wife, but me I am like phone with many SIM cards of men calling inside my life.
Yesterday I say I go salon, but I end up in beach with one man who say he is motivational speaker, but all he motivate is my poor decisions. Today again I promise myself I will change, I even pray small prayer, but as I pass stage I see another man selling perfume and suddenly I am testing samples like I am working in love laboratory. My heart is like confused radio station, always tuning wrong frequency of “hello baby how are you” from strangers.
Now I am tired, I go seek help because my life is like soap opera without director. I tell my friend, she laugh say “you are dangerous combination,” and me I also laugh but inside I fear myself small. I want be faithful wife, but my feet they not listening, my eyes they scanning like security camera for trouble. I think I need serious counseling before I become full-time documentary of “how not to behave in marriage,” because honestly even me I am shocked of me.