The day I was told I might face jail in Nairobi is the day my world collapsed. I had never imagined my name would be mentioned in a courtroom. What started as a small business misunderstanding with a former partner quickly turned into a serious legal battle.
Documents were twisted, accusations were exaggerated, and suddenly I found myself standing before a magistrate, listening to words that made my knees weak. The possibility of serving a jail term haunted me day and night. I could not sleep. I could not eat properly.
Every phone call made my heart race. My children depended on me, and the thought of leaving them alone because of a dispute filled me with fear and shame. My lawyer tried his best, but he quietly admitted that the evidence presented against me could be damaging if not countered effectively.
In my desperation, I spoke to a close friend about everything. She listened carefully and then mentioned famous doctor someone she said had helped her during a difficult legal matter years ago. I was not sure what to think, but at that point, I needed hope.
