I had always believed that our neighborhood in Karen, Nairobi, was a safe haven. Quiet streets, friendly faces, and neighbors who greeted each other warmly each morning—that was the life my family had known for decades. But that trust shattered one fateful afternoon when I realized my father’s last will, the document securing our family’s inheritance and future, had gone missing. The shock and disbelief hit me like a thunderbolt.
My father, a respected businessman in Nairobi, had meticulously documented his assets, intending to distribute them fairly among his children. I was in charge of safeguarding the will until his final wishes could be legally executed. But during a routine check at his study, I discovered the safe was open, and the will was gone. Panic surged through me. How could someone violate the sanctity of our home in such a personal and devastating way?…CONTINUE READING
