I’ve been working as a nurse at a clinic in Nairobi since 2015. The clinic feels like my second home. But last month, everything changed.
It was a Friday evening, and we had an emergency case at our sister hospital in Thika. That day, my wife was supposed to come in for her regular check-up, so I asked one of the doctors I trusted to attend to her while I was away. I called my wife to confirm the arrangements, then left for Thika.
Things didn’t go as planned. I was meant to stay in Thika for two days, but on the second day, the doctor informed me that the issue was sorted, and I could return. I was relieved, ready to head back home and see my family.
When I got back to Nairobi around 10:30 PM, something seemed off. The lights in the house were still on, and I noticed my boss’ car parked outside. I felt a sudden panic in my chest.
I quietly approached the window and overheard something I never expected to hear. My wife, crying, was speaking to my boss, and I realized they were together. I heard her in pain, and that’s when I lost it.
I shouted out to my boss, confronting him about what I had just heard. He quickly dressed and ran out of the house.
I shouted out to my boss, confronting him about what I had just heard. He quickly dressed and ran out of the house.
I followed him, but I knew I was no match for him physically. I asked him why he was destroying my family, and he responded coldly, telling me to back off or risk losing my job.READ FULL STORY.