I never thought I would hear those words from my mother. Her voice was sharp, heavy with the wisdom of years, but also with the pain of watching family struggles she could not fix. “Leave that man if he can’t give you a child!” she said, her eyes locking onto mine as if trying to burn the truth into me.
I was sitting across from her in our small family home in Thika, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows. I had been married to Peter for six years, and we had tried everything — doctors, tests, herbal remedies, prayers — but the news always came back the same. I was fertile. Peter… was not.…CONTINUE READING
