They Said We Sacrificed Our Children for Wealth, But the Truth Was Even Darker

I’ve lived with a wound in my heart that no medicine could heal.
For years, people in my village would lower their voices when I passed. Some whispered, some stared, others boldly called me cursed.

It all began five years ago.
My wife and I were finally rising financially after years of struggle. I had opened a spare parts shop in town, and customers flooded in. We could finally afford good food, pay school fees, and even build a decent home.

That’s when death came knocking.

Our firstborn daughter fell sick suddenly. One day she was laughing, the next she was in the hospital with a strange fever no doctor could explain. We took her to different hospitals Eldoret, Nakuru, Nairobi all the same answer: “We don’t see anything wrong, but her body is shutting down.” READ MORE…