I wonder what we're talking about here, because down here in the mighty slums a wife will desert her husband for her next door neighbor who never fails to cook a quarter kg. of meat, your child hamias kwa jirani because you don't have a T.V. , and your cat, or chicken prefers to wander without like a hustler.
I think we are internationalizing a common feature of having insatiable demands, and always justifying our selfishness and greed.
Madam Bovary hated her husband and dreamt of running away with a prince.
But how I loath being out of Kibra! Hata kama choo ni ya C.D.F na ina crumble, 'Ngeta' or arrest is always imminent, and sickness is a crime.
There's something inside so strong. You can live a very simple and enjoyable life here. Somehow.