For years, I had carried a quiet burden in my heart. Living in Nakuru, I was married to a wonderful man, but no matter how many months passed, I could not conceive. Every family gathering, every visit from friends, reminded me of what I longed for yet could not have.
The whispers of relatives and the pitying looks of neighbors became almost unbearable. I felt a mix of shame, sadness, and helplessness. Every month, hope would rise, only to crash when the result came back negative.…CONTINUE READING
