I never thought I would experience a betrayal so close to home. My husband, Mark Otieno, had always seemed ordinary—a quiet man, diligent at work, loving with our children.
We lived in Karen, Nairobi, in a modest but comfortable house. I trusted him with my life. Or at least, I thought I did.
It all began on a Friday afternoon. Mark told me he was going to his parents’ home in Bungoma County to help with some farm work and to attend a family meeting.
I didn’t question it. He had always been close to his parents and often traveled to the village without me. That evening, as I prepared dinner, a strange feeling settled in my chest—a weight I couldn’t explain. Something felt off.…CONTINUE READING