My name is Faith, and I will never forget that morning. I had been passing through Kayole on my way to work when I noticed a crowd forming outside a small lodging. People were murmuring in shock, pointing fingers, and taking videos with their phones. Curiosity got the better of me, so I edged closer to see what had happened.
To my disbelief, I saw a uniformed police officer sitting uncomfortably in the corner of a room, while a woman, clearly married, was trying to explain herself to the crowd that had gathered. From the snippets of conversation I could hear, it seemed they were caught in the middle of a private meeting that had gone horribly wrong. But the shocking part wasn’t just the meeting itself—it was how public it had become. The entire neighborhood was buzzing with gossip, and the social media videos of the incident were spreading like wildfire.…CONTINUE READING
