I am Martin Kamau, or at least that’s the name everyone knew me by—on social media, in the neighborhood, at work, and among friends. On the outside, I appeared successful, confident, and in control. My wife, Joyce Kamau, believed I was the perfect husband: attentive, loving, and ambitious. Our home in Rongai, Nairobi, was tidy, our children happy, and our friends admired us as a model family. But behind the carefully curated images and polished captions, I was living a life of deception that would eventually destroy everything I had built.
It began as a small lie, one that felt harmless at first. I created a social media profile that presented me as wealthier and more influential than I truly was. Luxurious cars, exotic trips, expensive watches—none of these existed in reality, but I posted them anyway. I wanted to feel successful, even if only online. Friends and acquaintances began congratulating me on achievements that weren’t real, and slowly, the lie grew. I started messaging women I didn’t know, pretending to be a successful entrepreneur. I convinced myself it was just entertainment, nothing serious.…CONTINUE READING
