Kenya, July 21 -- This is more than simply a tale. It's a wound. An injury that nearly caused my death. I'm Miriam, and until I married a man who was previously married to someone else, I didn't think witchcraft existed. I did indeed take a second wife. He was fair at first. Present, kindly. He would divide his time between the two houses evenly. He purchased meals, covered our school costs, and occasionally even took us out.Then, however, everything was different. It began with little things like hurried visits, missed calls, and disregarded texts. The insults followed. The icy quiet. The outburst of anger for nothing. He had returned home in a muddled, almost bewildered state. He would gaze at me as if I were unfamiliar. He would sleep with his back to the wall at night. He was cold, dead, and far away, and touching him was like touching a log. To read more click here.
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