Kenya, Aug. 26 -- Janet is my name. I'm a 33-year-old Nairobi-based educator. I had no idea that the man I dedicated my entire life to would hurt me so deeply. I prepared meals for him, prayed with him, and battled alongside him during our times of hardship for eight years. However, I nearly died of treachery at Kenyatta Hospital one rainy evening before I became ill.It all started when my spouse complained of chest problems and passed out in the house. I contacted the neighbours in a panic, and we hurried him to the hospital. I assumed that since I was his wife, I would be in charge of making choices about his care. My life fell apart, though, when the doctor asked me to certify his next of kin. "Madam, based on our records, his next of kin is listed as Cynthia Njeri, not you," the doctor remarked, glancing at his file and clearing his throat nervously. To read more click here.
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