Ten years is a long time to keep a dinner plate waiting, but for a decade, that is exactly what I did. My name is Samuel, and in 2016, my wife Mary walked out of our gate in Nakuru to buy milk and simply… evaporated. No ransom calls, no body found, no goodbye. It was as if the ground had opened up and swallowed the mother of my children.
I spent years visiting police stations and morgues until my hair turned grey from stress. My relatives told me to move on and marry again, claiming she had found a “Sponsor” in the city, but my heart refused to settle. I felt a heavy, dark cloud over my home that no amount of prayer seemed to lift. I was a man living in a desert of loneliness, watching my children grow up calling a photograph “Mama.”…CONTINUE READING
