It was a quiet Saturday morning in Kilimani, Nairobi, when I thought I would surprise my boyfriend, David, at his apartment. We had been together for three years, and I had trusted him completely. My cousins were visiting from Kisumu for the weekend, and everything seemed normal—until I decided to bring breakfast to his place. What I saw when I entered the apartment would haunt me forever.
David wasn’t alone. My cousin, Angela, the one I had grown up with, laughing and sharing secrets, was there with him—too close, too intimate. I froze, the plate of food slipping from my hands. “How could you betray me with my own cousin?” I screamed, my voice echoing through the apartment. David and Angela both jumped, caught completely off guard. What should have been a moment of happiness turned into a nightmare.…CONTINUE READING
