The grief was already unbearable, but there was something in her eyes that made my heart pound with fear.
I stood there, watching as my father’s coffin was slowly lowered into the ground, unaware that my life was about to change forever.
When the mourners finally left and silence settled over our homestead, I opened the note with trembling hands. It was written in my father’s handwriting.
When the mourners finally left and silence settled over our homestead, I opened the note with trembling hands. It was written in my father’s handwriting.
In it, he confessed to having another family in Mumias—a woman named Saida and three children who depended on him.
He begged me, as his firstborn, to take care of them and not abandon them. My mind went blank. The man we had just buried was not only my father—he was living a double life, and now the burden of that truth had been placed on me.
For days, I carried the secret alone. I could not bring myself to tell my mother or siblings. I barely slept, constantly replaying my father’s words and wondering how I would handle such a heavy responsibility.
For days, I carried the secret alone. I could not bring myself to tell my mother or siblings. I barely slept, constantly replaying my father’s words and wondering how I would handle such a heavy responsibility.
Confusion, anger, and guilt consumed me. It was during this period of emotional turmoil that someone advised me to seek guid. READ FULL STORY HERE.
