They say that age is just a number but in our society being a single woman at fifty feels like a life sentence of loneliness. My name is Joyce and for two decades I lived as a shadow. My friends were busy celebrating silver weddings and carrying grandchildren while I went home to an empty house in Machakos. I had reached a point where I stopped looking at mirrors because all I saw was a woman whose “expiry date” had passed.
I had tried every dating site and joined every church group but men only saw me as a sister or an auntie. I felt like there was an “invisible wall” preventing anyone from seeing my beauty. My younger sister who had seen the wonders of Dr. Kashiririka in her business told me to try a different path. She said “Joyce your luck is not dead it is just buried under a mountain of village jealousy.”…CONTINUE READING
