03/10/2025
EVICTED
Coming home late one night, I was shocked to find all my belongings piled outside. My heart raced. Robbers! I almost shouted “Thief!” when my landlady appeared, carrying the last item from the house.
“What’s going on?” I asked, confused.
“My son, I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I can’t keep you here for six months without rent.”
“Six months without paying you?” I was stunned. Before she could respond, my wife arrived and screamed, “Thief! Thief!” thinking we were being robbed.
“No, no,” I told her. “No one is robbing us. The landlady is evicting us—for six months’ unpaid rent. Where’s the money I’ve been giving you to pay?”
She stammered before admitting she’d been using the rent money to play kandeke aviator, hoping to win thousands and clear the debt in one go.
I was speechless. Gambling with rent money?
Then the landlady dropped another bombshell. “Your wife’s friends come here to drink whenever you’re at work,” she said. “She’s hardly ever home. She also a tiktoker"
I turned to my wife. “Is that true?”
She nodded. “It’s true.”
I begged the landlady for time to organize the money, but she shook her head. “The house has already been paid for by someone else.”
As I tried to process everything, two men walked in. “Your wife owes us for three months,” they said. Without hesitation, they carried off our fridge and TV—items she had put up as collateral.
Word had spread that we were moving, and soon more people she owed began arriving to claim their share.
That night, I sat in the dark, cold and silent, tears sliding down my face as I stared at my wife—who showed no sign of remorse.
This is the woman I dated for four years, like I was studying for a degree at UNZA, yet I never saw the red flags.
Where did I go wrong? What more was she looking for? I asked myself those questions through the tears.
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What can you do?
