As her head dropped below the water line, her mind replayed the events of the days before in disjointed fragmented clips that seemed to make no sense. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGA
Ethel kicked as hard as she could, flailing her arms wildly, struggling as her sodden clothes weighed her down like an anchor, dragging her under the crystal clear freezing waters of a mountain lake. As her head dropped below the water line, her mind replayed the events of the days before in disjointed fragmented clips that seemed to make no sense.
It had taken lots of coaxing and cajoling from Damon, her husband, to go on this trip to Mount Kenya. He’d said it would be good for them to get away, and she had to agree with him. They’d been fighting incessantly, over issues ranging from the absurd to the serious, causing rifts that were threatening to pull them apart. So despite her unwillingness to spend days in a cold tent, she’d agreed; after 10 years of marriage, she had to try, didn’t she?
