My name is Beatrice Mwikali, and I live in Nairobi with my two children, Samuel, a ten-year-old boy from my Kikuyu side, and Amina, a bright seven-year-old girl from my Swahili husband’s family. I work full-time as a marketing manager at a company in Westlands, and for years, I believed that my children were well cared for when I wasn’t around. My husband, Juma Omar, assured me that everything at home was fine, and I trusted him completely. Little did I know, the reality was far from what I had been told.
It all started when I noticed small changes in my children’s behavior. Samuel began acting withdrawn, hesitant to speak about school, and Amina, usually cheerful, started refusing to eat lunch at home. I initially assumed they were just going through a phase, but something in my motherly instincts told me that something was wrong. I tried talking to them, but both children seemed fearful, and their answers were vague. I realized that I couldn’t ignore my gut feeling—there was more happening behind the scenes than I had imagined.…CONTINUE READING
