“My Family Turned Me Into the Villain Because I Refused to Give Up My Inheritance” Jackson Reveals
My name is Jackson, and I never imagined that blood could betray me. Growing up in Kisii, my family was close-knit—or at least, that’s what I believed. My father worked hard to provide for us, leaving behind a modest farm and some savings. When he passed away, I expected grief and mourning to bring us together. I did not expect it to reveal the true faces of my relatives.
Shortly after my father’s funeral, tensions over the inheritance began. My uncles and cousins approached me, insisting that I should hand over my share of the property for the “good of the family.” They claimed they were helping me, but I soon realized they were more interested in the land and money than any sense of justice or family unity. I refused, believing that what my father had worked for belonged to me, just as he had intended.
What followed was worse than I could have imagined. I became the “villain” in my family’s eyes. Relatives who had once called me brother and nephew suddenly turned cold. Whispered conversations stopped when I entered the room. My mother, who I thought would stand by me, was caught in the middle, torn between loyalty to her late husband’s wishes and pressure from her own siblings. I felt isolated, betrayed, and angry—all at once.
