That night sticks with me. I’d come back from seeing my family, and my husband lost it over something minor. Yelling turned to shoving, and he told me to get out right then. With our tiny three-month-old in my arms, I stepped into the dark Nairobi streets, no plan at all.
Neighbors probably heard everything, but stayed quiet. Fear and shame hit hard as I wandered, wondering where we’d sleep. I ended up crashing with relatives for weeks, piecing together what happened. Some friends hinted I might have set him off, but that didn’t sit right.
It wasn’t just rage. His eyes looked different, like something else was pulling the strings—maybe stress from work or deeper issues common here in Kenya. Sleep evaded me, constantly checking on the baby, scared he’d come after us. The guy I married, who used to make me laugh, felt like a stranger now.
Reaching out to local support groups changed things. In Kenya, domestic violence affects too many families, but helplines like the National Gender and Equality Commission offer real help. Sharing this might encourage someone else to seek safety early. It’s tough, but healing starts with one step. Read more
