We were sitting in a Morosani Posthotel’s lobby, waiting to get picked up by the shuttle service after a fun so-called Bollywood Night, when Michael started telling me many things his wife is. Michael is from Nairobi, Kenya. He is 30, a father of one. I first met him during my flight transfer in Dubai. His wife was about to give birth to his second-born.
I had been pretty anxious about the trip. I just got married and was about to start a new life in another country, with no formal job and no formal education planned, in a matter of days.
I asked Michael a simple question: “What does your wife do?”
He told me a lot of things she is doing, which are mostly done from home, or could be worked upon from pretty much anywhere.
“My wife — she’s everything for me. She’s amazing. She’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s rich. Her family is rich, especially compared to me; I’m just a commoner. I don’t know what she saw in me, but she fell for me first. I did not dare to fall for a woman like her. She was too good to be true, and still is. But she did, and you see, we got married. I would not be where I am without her. She is very kind, very supportive, she lets me attend this event as long as I get back before the second-born comes out! But yes, she is amazing. That’s how I would describe her: simply, amazing.”
At that moment, I wondered. Will there ever be anyone who thinks I am amazing for him/her?