I spent years grinding, saving every bit I could. All for a single purpose: to marry the woman I love and establish a family in Kenya. Paying that full bride price felt enormous. Her family respected me. Friends celebrated. I stood taller, knowing I’d done it right. The negotiations dragged on, tough at times. But I never complained. Love makes sacrifices feel worth it. Wedding day came, and seeing her walk toward me, smiling, hit strongly. This is my win, I thought.
The day was perfect. Family came from all over Kenya. People danced late. Elders nodded approval, saying we’d followed tradition properly. She glowed in her dress. Everyone called us ideal. One guy stuck close to her, though. He said he was a far-off relative and helped with some dowry details. Didn’t raise flags. In our communities, helpers and extended kin are normal at weddings. I trusted her fully. There was no cause for doubt on our special day.
The first week married seemed fine. We moved in, hosted visitors, and talked kids and plans. Then things shifted quietly. She’d spend hours on calls, stepping out, whispering if I neared. Asked once—she said family checking in. That gut feeling? Pushed it down. New husbands trust, right? Not question everything. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35465
