My name is Kennedy Lusweti. I come from Bungoma. I never thought one day I would stand and tell people what I went through in my own marriage. It was painful. It was shameful. But today I speak so that other men can learn from my story.
I married my wife, Margaret Nkatha, who is 26 years old and comes from Kitui. At first, everything looked normal. I loved her. I trusted her. I wanted to protect my marriage at all costs. I believed a man must fight for his home.
But with time, things started changing.
“I realized it when it was too late,” I say with deep regret. “I had already lost myself.”
I found myself doing everything for her. I was washing her clothes. I was washing utensils. I was cleaning the house. Any money I got, I gave her all of it.
“Yaani alinifanya duduwazi kabisa,” I say. “She completely changed me.”
Even when something was clearly wrong, I could not question her. I could not complain. I could not even get angry.
“To be honest, even if I found her with another man in my own bed, I would not ask her anything,” I confess. “That is how powerless I felt.”
Other men were going out to enjoy with their friends after work. They would celebrate their hard work. But me? I was always indoors.
“I was suffering silently,” I say. “While others enjoyed their sweat, I was just inside the house waiting.”
Sometimes she would leave the house in the evening and not come back until very late.
“Imagine it is 9pm and your wife is not home,” I explain. “She comes back at midnight. Sometimes she even enters with another man, and it is my own house.”
But still, I could not react. I felt weak inside. It was like my mind was not my own.
I even went for prayers and deliverance. I thought maybe it was a spiritual problem. But nothing changed.
One day, a close friend looked at me and said, “Bro, you are suffering. I can see it. Let me show you a way out. Call Dr Kashiririka and explain everything.”
At first, I did not believe him. But I was desperate.
When I finally made the call to Dr Kashiririka, I explained everything. I told him how my wife had changed me. How I could not make my own decisions. How I felt controlled.
He listened carefully.
“To my surprise, it was not guesswork,” I say. “He told me there were things that had been done to control me.”
We went through spiritual prayers and cleansing. Slowly, I started feeling like myself again. My confidence began to return. My mind became clear.
“That is when I realized how deep I had fallen,” I say.
Things began to change in my house. The fear disappeared. The confusion reduced. I could finally speak up for myself.
Today, I share my story not to shame anyone, but to encourage others.
“If you see yourself losing control of your own life, speak out,” I advise. “Do not suffer in silence like I did.”
Marriage should not make you feel like a stranger in your own house. A man should not feel powerless in his own home.
“I almost lost myself,” I conclude. “But today, I am standing strong again.”
