The air in our small village in Kisii had always been tense around the family land. My father’s second wife, the stepmother, had controlled nearly every decision for years, constantly belittling us, her stepchildren, and even trying to push us off the land that rightfully belonged to us.
For years, I had endured her harsh words, manipulation, and the quiet intimidation she exercised over my father. Every inheritance conversation, every land boundary discussion was a battlefield, and we were constantly on edge.
When she passed away suddenly, the village was shocked. Many assumed the feud would end, that peace would return to the family. But in reality, her death ignited something unexpected. I felt a mix of grief and a quiet, simmering sense of justice.
She had caused so much stress, humiliated us repeatedly, and disrupted our home. I wanted to honor her memory, but I also wanted to ensure her controlling influence could no longer harm us.
