I Hosted a Big Wedding for My Son, Then a Stranger Stood Up and Exposed a Dark Secret
I am Joseph Mwangi, a retired civil servant living in Ruiru, Kiambu County, and for over two decades, I worked hard to give my family a respectable life. My only son, Daniel Mwangi, was my pride. From the day he graduated from university in Nairobi, I dreamed of seeing him settle down, start a family, and live better than I ever did. When Daniel told me he was ready to marry, I spared no expense. I wanted his wedding to be remembered—not just by relatives, but by the whole community.
The wedding took place at Blue Springs Hotel in Thika, a beautiful venue surrounded by green gardens and tall palm trees. Guests came from Nyeri, Nakuru, Machakos, and even Mombasa. The bride, Linda Achieng, was elegant and soft-spoken, dressed in a white gown that sparkled under the afternoon sun. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ochieng from Kisumu, looked proud. Everything seemed perfect—until small signs I ignored began whispering that something was terribly wrong.
