This is the story of Catherine who was kicked out of her home by her husband 10 years ago. Her husband married his secretary. For part one find the link here.
Catherine debated on whether to go see Thimbi. She then decided that she would go just to see how sick he was. Catherine thought to herself “karma is a bitch”
Catherine had no intention of taking time out from work. She was just about to retire. Actually, her retirement party was two weeks away. In the last 3 years, she had been the marketing manager of her section. With her family misfortunes, she had realized that she needed to make more money so she had started aggressively selling insurance. That money had paid for her children’s college fees.
Catherine thought about her children and sighed. Her daughter Jayne was doing well. She had become a lawyer. She wanted to know the law so that she could defend women like her mother. She was currently at the School of Law studying to be an advocate.
Hemi her son was now in the third year of university studying fine art. He was a troubled young man, sinking into depressions sometimes but now they knew how to handle it. Thinking of Hemi she realized she needed to call him to find out if he was ok.
7 years ago Catherine had thought that Thimbi kicking her out of the house and bringing in a new wife was the worst thing that could happen to her. She had been wrong. At the time she was living with the children in Githurai. It was a struggle but they survived. She had taken a loan from her Chamaa and she started a second-hand clothes business on the side.
Thimbi’s father, Edward Theka had a heart attack and died. It was unexpected. Edward had always been so healthy. Thimbi’s mum had passed away about 4 years ago. Just before Thimbi got his mid-life crisis and decided that he needed a new wife and new life. Edward had always been kind to her treating her like the daughter he never had. He only had two sons. Thimbi’s older brother lived in America and didn’t seem to want to come back home.
Edward had gotten so angry at Thimbi for what he had done. He had land but he didn’t have money to give Catherine. Most of his money had gone towards his wife’s medical bills. She had liver cancer and her treatment had drained all his savings.
After Edwards’ funeral, his lawyer called Catherine and told her that she and Thimbi were required at the reading of the will. Catherine thought he had probably left her some of his wife’s things. Thimbi was there with his wife. Jack, Thimbi’s brother and his family had come from America.
The lawyer Mr Mende read out the will. Edward had specific instructions. He had divided his property into two. Half of the property would go to Jack and the other half would go to Hemi. When the lawyer read that part Thimbi was outraged.
“How could my father give Hemi what belongs to me? There must be some mistake. That half should rightly be mine. That will is fake!”
He turned to Catherine and shouted at her. “This isn’t over. You have put things into the old man’s head.”
The lawyer told Thimbi to calm down as he read the rest of the will.
“I am leaving half of my property to my grandson Hemi Mwembi. The land should not be sold but can be rented out. I was to leave the property to my son Thimbi but seeing how he has treated his own flesh and blood I have realized that it would be a mistake. Catherine will hold the land in trust for Hemi until he reaches the age of 25 when he can decide what he will do with the land.”
“The house I own and lived in Buru Buru I give to my granddaughter Shemi. Catherine will also hold the house in trust for Shemi until she is 25. In the meantime, Catherine has permission to live in the house or rent it out.”
“To my son Thimbi, I thought I raised a better man. I am so glad your mother did not live to see you disgrace our name. Since you seem to think that money gives you the right to act any way you want you don’t need anything from me. I hope one day the things I taught you, you will remember.”
Catherine smiled even as she cried. Edward had been a father to her. Her parents had died when she was in high school.
Thimbi came to her with his wife. “You think you have won. You will be sorry, very sorry” he then walked away.
2 days later
Catherine turned on the news. After the usual news items, bad news and more bad news she saw Thimbi on TV. He was outside a courtroom.
The reporter asked him what he had to announce.
“I have come to petition the court to investigate the will that my father wrote. I believe my ex-wife planted ideas in his head. I wouldn’t be surprised if she forced him to sign the will.”
Then he went on.
“If my father was giving his grandsons his property instead of me he should also have given land to my son Hemi Thimbi. In fact, how do we know that he meant Hemi Thimbi Mwembi Salle? Not Hemi Thimbi Mwembi my other son. They both have the same name.”
“I am going to fight this will. I am not even sure that those children that that woman claims are mine are actually mine. I was away in the US studying for my masters when both children were born. Maybe while I was away she was playing house with others. Hemi doesn’t even look like me. I suspected that something may be amiss that is why I eventually left. In fact, I am going to insist on DNA tests to find out if those children really are mine.”
Catherine switched off the TV and wept. Thimbi was so shameless. He was implying that she was a loose woman and the children that she had borne him weren’t his.
Catherine’s cell phone started ringing and she realized this was just the beginning. Her children, co-workers, friends and family would see the news. She didn’t know what to do. She switched off her phone and entered her bed where she cried the whole night.