My name is Esther, and I have never felt so betrayed and helpless in my life. Growing up, I always believed my parents were a team — working together to provide for me and my siblings.
Life was never easy, but we had each other, and I trusted that my father would do everything to care for his family.
But life has a way of showing its cruel side. Last year, my mother discovered something that shattered our world.
My father, the man who promised to support us, had been living with another widow in Nairobi for months — a woman we had never known existed.
Meanwhile, back home, we struggled to eat, sometimes going without food for days.…CONTINUE READING