SIX YEARS OF LOVE, Then She Said, ‘We Don’t Marry Your Tribe’ Fear Women

I should’ve known from the silence in her voice when she said, “Can we talk?”

Six years. That’s how long we’d built our lives together. From campus struggles, to job hunting, to late-night calls that turned into sleepovers. We planned everything. We even had names for our unborn kids.

But in a single afternoon, she ended it, with a sentence that shattered me.

“My family can’t accept you. We don’t marry your tribe.”

My name is Brian. I’m 31. And this is the story that almost destroyed my belief in love.

We met at Kenyatta University. I was in fourth year, she was in second. Her laughter was like music. Her kindness unmatched. She stood by me when I had nothing no job, no car, just dreams. I’d cook for her, she’d braid my hair, and we’d spend Sundays listening to Sauti Sol and imagining a future with a red gate and three kids.

It was love. The real kind. And I thought I was lucky. To continue reading, click here.