My name is Susan Akinyi, a mother from Kisumu, and my life had always revolved around my family, especially my daughter, Lilian. She was sixteen, intelligent, and full of dreams about attending university in Nairobi. I had always been protective of her, but I also believed in giving her space to grow. That trust, however, was about to be tested in ways I never imagined.
It began with small, subtle changes in Lilian’s behavior. She became secretive, spent hours on her phone, and avoided family conversations. At first, I dismissed it as typical teenage mood swings, but something felt off. One day, I noticed she had been speaking to a boy named James Mwangi, a friendly young man from Kiambu who seemed harmless at first glance. James was charming and polite, but there was something in their secretive conversations that made me uneasy.…CONTINUE READING
