Being a church elder in Kakamega carried respect, influence, and responsibility. People looked up to me, and I took pride in my position. But behind the sermons and prayers, I had a secret life. I had been seeing a young choir member in town, convincing myself that it was harmless and that no one would ever find out.
Every secret meeting made me feel powerful, untouchable, and alive. I ignored the warning signs my conscience kept sending. Everything changed one Sunday. I was delivering the morning sermon to a packed congregation.…CONTINUE READING
