Imagine the scene: The flowers are fresh, the choir is singing, and I am in my white gown, walking down the aisle of a packed church in Eldoret. But as I reached the front, the man I had loved for six years didn’t say “I do.” Instead, he looked at me with eyes as cold as ice, dropped the ring on the floor, and walked out without a word. The shame was deafening. I fainted right there on the red carpet.
For weeks, I stayed in a dark room, wishing the earth would swallow me. My “ex-fiancé” blocked me and moved in with my own bridesmaid just two days later. That’s when I knew this wasn’t just a breakup—it was a spiritual setup. I had been “exchanged” by people who hated my success. My mother, seeing me waste away, took my phone and dialed Dr. Kashiririka.…CONTINUE READING
