Good Food & A Wedding in Kenya


“Lots of good food here,” Chi remarked.

“Yes,” Albert agreed.

“Where’s the wife?”

“At home stewing.”

“Stewing? Why?”

“She’s still mad at Jason and me.”

“You mean because he’s engaged to the Kenyan woman?”


“Well, I can understand her being upset with him but why is she upset with you?”

“She’s upset with me because I’m going to Kenya for the wedding.”

“When is the wedding?”

“It’s in March.”

“I guess you’re looking forward to going.”

“Yes, I am.”

“It will be strange, though, you going without the wife.”

“I don’t want to but she’s giving me no choice.”

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This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

31 Replies to “Good Food & A Wedding in Kenya”

    1. You’re right, James. Albert’s wife blames him for their son marrying a Kenyan woman. If he hadn’t encouraged him to go to Kenya, none of this would be happening and he would be engaged to a “nice Asian girl”. There’s no misunderstanding where she’s concerned. She doesn’t want her son to marry outside of his race and culture and is angry and hurt that he is going ahead and doing just that. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that he loves his fiancée. As far as she’s concerned, he’s ruining the family.

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    1. I’m not sure that she’s being treated as nothing more than a convenience. Her husband just wants her to think of Jason’s happiness and to accompany him to the wedding. And Jason would love for both of them to be there to celebrate the most special day in his life.

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      1. It’s “the wife” that sets my teeth on edge. It’s a very impersonal and demeaning way to refer to her. “The wife,” the dog, the car, the house, the garbage, the cat. . . . . ..

        I would never refer to my husband as “the husband.” He’s MINE. I suppose it’s a nit-picky thing, but I’ve always disliked it immensely.


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