Two years ago my sister came
to live in my house in Rongai. She had completed school and I thought it was a
good idea to have her in my house. She would help me take care of my children
as I didn’t want to hire house girls.
I talked with my husband to
see whether he was comfortable with the idea, he said yes. I sent my sister
KSh2,000 for transport and told her to come the following Monday.
After receiving my sister at
my house and allocating her duties, we agreed I would pay her KSh 8,000 per
month as a ‘thank you’.
For three months everything
was okay. I was excited because my children were fine and my husband was always
praising her for helping us. Little did I know I brought a snake into my home.
Usually, I leave my house
ahead of my husband. I work in a bank in Nairobi CBD and my husband works at an
NGO in Karen. He leaves home at 9am but I am forced to go to work before 6am
because of traffic at Langata Road. Before I would leave I’d make sure my
sister is out of bed and is busy in the sitting room or kitchen.
My issues with my husband
started last year October.
One day he had gone to the
bathroom and forgot his phone in the sitting room. It started ringing and I
answered the call. It was his mother on the other end and we talked for a
while. She asked me to tell my husband to call later on. Something I was
feeling directed me to check his photos.
In every human being, there is
a sixth sense which always drives us. I started scrolling through the images,
and to my surprise, I found a photo my husband had taken with my sister in her
In the photo, he was
bare-chested and my sister was wearing only a night dress. My sister’s head was
resting on my husband’s chest. I quickly forwarded the photo to my phone and
kept quiet. There was something going on between them!
I went on with my usual
activities without mentioning anything, but I could sometimes see the signals
my husband would send my sister. Especially when they thought I wasn’t aware.
Ignoring everything and
pretending to be unsuspecting was the only way I would catch them red-handed.
After about two weeks, I went
through his phone again. This time it turned out he had sent my sister KSh5,200
yet I was the one who would pay her the KSh8,000 we had agreed in the contract.
This made me furious and I realised if I continued pretending, things would
only get worse.
I went to town, bought a CCTV
camera and secretly fitted it inside my sister’s bedroom.
After two weeks I took the
camera to my office and watched how events unfolded in my house. I couldn’t
believe my eyes.
In the span of one week, I saw
my sister getting intimate with my husband three times without protection. I
cried at my desk, asking God how He could let my husband do this to me. It was
That evening, I went home with
the video. After we had taken supper, I called my husband and my sister to come
to the table and watch something interesting, they had thought it was something
else. I put it in the laptop and started playing.
What happened next almost cost my life.
The two started beating me out
of anger. Afterwards my husband went to the bedroom, called my sister and told
her to throw out my clothes. Within thirty minutes, all my things were outside
the house. They chased me out and shut the door. I was forced to go and sleep
in my neighbour’s house.
The following morning I went
back to with my parents home.
I arrived and told them what
had transpired. My mother called my husband and asked him why he had done the
things he had done. She ordered my sister to return home immediately.
This is the answer she
"I am in love with Eunice (my younger sister). I have decided to marry
her and she is pregnant. I am done with her elder sister. Period”
Since then, I had been living
with my parents and we have never seen our sister. I had tried to call my
husband several times but he never answered any of my calls.
By January I had almost given
up and I had decided to continue with life as a single parent. Something came
to my mind — I had to fight for my family.
As I was figuring out a
solution, one of my neigbours suggested I contact Dr Mugwenu. I had heard about
the herbalist but never took his work seriously since I had never faced such a
challenge before. She informed me that in 2015 she was facing a similar problem
and out of desperation, she was forced to seek his help. She is now living
happily with her husband.
She gave me this number,
+254740637248 and after ringing up the doctor, we booked a day to meet. Since I
was aware that some traditional herbalists are not genuine, I made sure I had
done background checks. I went online and searched for information concerning
the doctor, found he has a professional website www.mugwenudoctors.com and took
his email address firstname.lastname@example.org.
Out of desperation, I called
him to inquire whether he was in a position to help me. From his explanation, I
said to myself, ‘let me give him a try.’ A month after I visited the doctor, my
husband and sister fell out and he chased her away. What excited me most was
that my husband contacted me and said he had decided to give me a chance.
As I write this, I am back and my sister is gone. I am