I Paid Her Dowry, Then She Vanished for a Sponsor… But I Her Made Her Regret It!

The day I paid dowry for Sylvia was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

My uncles danced. Her mother ululated. I handed over the gifts with trembling hands, not because I was nervous, but because I believed I was finally securing a future with the woman I adored.

We’d dated for three years. I supported her through college. I even helped her open her salon in Umoja. I sacrificed everything to prove my love. And when she said “yes” to marriage, I felt like the most blessed man on earth.

But less than two months after dowry, Sylvia left me, without warning, without shame, without even returning my calls.

She sent me a single message:

“I’ve thought about it deeply. I can’t continue. I’m sorry.”

Just like that.

I rushed to her salon, thinking maybe it was stress or pressure. It was closed. Neighbors told me she hadn’t shown up in days. I called her sister, who mumbled something about “family decisions.” I knew something was wrong.

The truth came out two weeks later. To continue reading, click here.