Losing a loved one is a pain that no words can truly describe. But when death becomes a frequent visitor in a family, it turns life into a living nightmare. I never imagined I would experience so much grief in such a short time until

Growing up, I always felt like an outsider in my own family. My name is James Okayo, the lastborn in a family of four. My elder siblings were always the pride of our parents, showered with love, opportunities, and attention. Meanwhile, I was seen as

I never thought I would be the man sitting in the dark, drowning in sorrow, clutching an old photo of the woman I loved. But there I was, alone, broken, and completely lost. Susan and I had the kind of love people wrote poems about.

When I married my husband, Daniel, I believed love was all we needed to conquer the world. I was wrong. Love wasn’t the enemy, his mother was. From the very beginning, my mother-in-law made it clear that I was not the woman she wanted for