Lucy K Maroncha

I was grabbed from behind by two women who covered my mouth and blindfolded me with a dirty piece of cloth.

Criminals don't change! You should have put that in your little head before committing yourself.

Don’t be too fast to judge me or to think that I forgive this man because I need financial support from him. Far from it!

After many attempts, I risked my marriage by secretly going to a witchdoctor who told me my daughters had been bewitched.

I feel like I no longer exist in their lives because they consult her about everything

I would greatly love to do a DNA test to verify if the child is really mine and take responsibility but my greatest challenge is how to explain this to my wife.

When I got home and I saw the familiar startled look when he saw the results, I panicked. My BRCA was at 4.7 which confirmed that it was definite the lumps were cancerous.

I felt devastated and lost; I wondered who I would share the sad news with. I went back to my hotel room and broke down. I pondered on how I would break the news to my husband

As a simple village girl I could only marvel at the luxurious apartment Agnes lived in. I fell in love with Mombasa the minute I set foot there. Agnes showed me places I had only read of in magazines. The beaches, the deluxe hotels and the historic buildings were all spectacles that left me open-mouthed. I imagined the places I would be visiting on weekends when I got the "clerical job."