My mother-in-law is not a pious woman. You are more likely to find her holding a how-to guide on pleasing your man than the Four Gospels.

The door to Ben’s office is ajar when I get there. I tap lightly and walk in to find Awiti – our elderly tea lady –

On this February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window watching the quiet rustling of dried palm leaves dancing in a mild breeze.