My name is Daniel Ochieng, and I live in Kisumu, Kenya, in a quiet estate near Mamboleo. For years, my life looked normal from the outside. I worked as a hardware supplier in town, my wife Grace Ochieng ran a small salon, and our two children went to school every morning with smiles on their faces. But inside that house, something dark was growing. I did not know it then, but an enemy was living under my roof—watching, planning, and slowly destroying me.
The first signs were small. I started falling sick without reason. Doctors at Jaramogi Oginga Odinga Teaching and Referral Hospital ran tests and found nothing serious. Yet every night, my chest felt heavy, and my dreams were filled with shadows. My business collapsed suddenly. Customers disappeared, suppliers turned against me, and money slipped through my fingers like water. Even my marriage began to crack. Grace became distant, cold, and angry for reasons she could not explain. Our house, once full of laughter, became silent and tense.…CONTINUE READING
