He Looked at My Palm for a Few Seconds and Revealed a Secret About My Marriage That Destroyed My Peace
My name is Rebecca Muthoni, and I live in Juja, Kiambu County, near Thika Road. I had been married to Daniel Kariuki for six years. Daniel worked as an IT technician in Westlands, Nairobi, while I ran a small beauty shop in Juja Town. From the outside, our marriage looked fine. We attended church at Juja Deliverance, paid our bills, and smiled during family gatherings. But inside our home, peace had slowly disappeared. We argued often, intimacy was gone, and Daniel had become emotionally distant. Still, I told myself this was normal marriage stress.
The incident that changed everything happened during a short trip to Naivasha. I had gone with friends to relax and clear my mind. One evening, as we walked through a small craft market near Lake Naivasha, an elderly man called me aside. He had calm eyes and spoke softly. He asked for my palm. I laughed nervously, but something about him made me stop. He looked at my palm for a few seconds—not long—and then his face changed.
