I’m Michael from Eldoret, and for the longest time my greatest pride was my niece Jane. After her parents died when she was little, she became my daughter in every way that mattered. I skipped holidays, worked extra shifts, and sold land – anything to pay her fees, buy her uniforms, and make sure she never felt behind. People used to joke that I loved that girl more than myself, and honestly, it was true.
All I wanted was to watch her walk across that graduation stage and know she’d be well. So when she finally graduated from university, I was ecstatic. I was already picturing the celebration, the job she’d land, and the proud “baba mkubwa” moments ahead. Then one random morning, my phone buzzed with the kind of news that knocks the air out of you. Jane had got married—in secret.
Packed her bags while I was at work, moved out, and started a whole new life without even a text. No “thank you, Uncle”, no “I’m sorry”, nothing. I called her shaking, asking how she could do this to the man who wiped her tears and paid every single fee. She barely said a word. I ended up shouting through tears, not because I was angry at her happiness, but because the little girl I raised just erased me like I never mattered. Continue reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35040
