My name is Grace Atieno, and for a long time, I believed I was surrounded by people who genuinely cared about me. I lived in Nakuru town, where I worked as a sales manager while running a small online clothing business. Whenever I achieved something—getting a new client, opening a new branch, or reaching a financial milestone—my friends were always there. We celebrated together, laughed loudly, took photos, and shared deep conversations late into the night. I believed those moments were real.
They called me family. They told me how proud they were of my progress. They listened as I spoke about my dreams, my fears, and even my weaknesses. We shared secrets that felt safe, private, and honest. I never imagined that those same secrets were being stored carefully, waiting for the right moment to be used against me. To me, love meant openness, and I gave it freely.…CONTINUE READING
