James Dindi

Some men collect watches. Some collect shoes. Me? I gathered heartbreaks like they were out of fashion. Jane gave me an unforgettable towel incident. Mwende taught me that love without money is just poetry, and poetry does not pay bills. Kamene attempted to transform me into a man, but my body remained locked in the Mwende era. Njeri? She did more than just crush my heart; she crushed my 55-inch TV, flooded my house, burnt my passport, and converted my academic papers into ashes. And that was only the beginning. From a campus love story to agribusiness in Kimana, from COVID-19 hospital scares to forty-eight hours spent as a father, this is the story of a guy who loved too much, trusted too easily, and learned everything the hard way. It's about the friends who saved me with laughter, the ladies who changed me through chaos, and the moment I realised that being a gentleman does not imply being a doormat. Daughters of Jezebel is for anybody who has ever loved, lost, and survived to tell the story. It is at times humorous, tragic, and unexpectedly smart. Warning: Contains scenes of emotional destruction, poor decision-making, and one tenacious mattress attempting to relocate to a better neighbourhood. Your heart will laugh. Your soul will nod. You will never look at a towel in the same way again.