The night I was locked out of my own house is one I will never forget. I had stepped out briefly to visit a neighbor when I returned to find the gate chained and the locks changed.
At first, I thought it was a cruel mistake. I knocked, called out names, even laughed nervously, assuming someone inside would open. No one did. Instead, whispers came from behind the curtain, followed by silence.
Within minutes, relatives arrived and told me calmly that the house no longer belonged to me. They claimed I had “left it spiritually,” whatever that meant.
According to them, elders had agreed it was unsafe for me to stay there anymore. The shock numbed me. That house was built with my savings. Every brick held my sweat. ...CONTINUE READING