I Was Warned About a Close Relative, and Later I Discovered the Painful Truth

My name is Mary Nyambura, and I live in Nakuru Town, near Section 58. I am a small-scale trader selling clothes at Top Market, and for many years, my life was simple and steady. I trusted my family deeply, especially my aunt Beatrice Wanjiku, who lives in Molo. She was like a second mother to me. I shared my plans with her, my struggles, and even my prayers. I never imagined she would be connected to the pain that almost broke me.

My problems began after I started doing well. My biashara improved, customers increased, and I was planning to open a second stall. Suddenly, things started going wrong. Money disappeared quickly. Stock got damaged mysteriously. I fell sick often. At home, I felt heavy and restless, especially at night. Whenever I spoke to Aunt Beatrice on the phone, I felt drained afterward, but I ignored the feeling because she was family.