If you have ever visited the beaches of Kilifi, you know mornings are usually peaceful.
Fishermen pull in their nets. Children chase tiny crabs. Women bargain loudly over fresh catch.
But on this particular morning, peace packed its bags and left.
Because Juma (not his real name) returned from a three-week fishing expedition… with a surprise.
And that surprise was wearing a bright yellow leso and holding his hand.
“Surprise, I’m Back… With Someone”
Juma had been married for eight years to Aisha. They had two children and a small mabati house near the shoreline.
He told Aisha he was going for a long fishing trip near Lamu. Business was tough, he said. He needed to bring back more money.
Three weeks later, villagers saw his boat approaching.
But instead of just fish and tired fishermen, there was a woman seated at the front of the boat.
Smiling.
Holding a handbag.
When the boat docked, Juma jumped off confidently and announced:
“This is my second wife. Her name is Salma.”
Just like that.
No meeting.
No discussion.
No warning.
The Beach Became a Wrestling Ring
Aisha froze at first.
Then she laughed.
Then she cried.
Then she removed her slippers.
Within minutes, voices rose. Neighbors gathered. Someone shouted, “Call elders!”
Salma tried to stay calm, but when Aisha demanded answers, the argument exploded into pushing and shouting.
Children were crying. Nets were scattered. Fish rolled back into the water.
It wasn’t just about jealousy.
It was about disrespect.
