A Silent Nightmare: How One Nurse’s Life Was Shattered in a Single Moment

Last month, something happened that I’ve kept to myself, too heavy to share with anyone. But I feel the need to talk about it now.

I’ve been working as a nurse at a clinic in Nairobi since 2015. The clinic feels like my second home. But last month, everything changed.

It was a Friday evening, and we had an emergency case at our sister hospital in Thika. That day, my wife was supposed to come in for her regular check-up, so I asked one of the doctors I trusted to attend to her while I was away. I called my wife to confirm the arrangements, then left for Thika.

Things didn’t go as planned. I was meant to stay in Thika for two days, but on the second day, the doctor informed me that the issue was sorted, and I could return. I was relieved, ready to head back home and see my family.

When I got back to Nairobi around 10:30 PM, something seemed off. The lights in the house were still on, and I noticed my boss’ car parked outside. I felt a sudden panic in my chest. I quietly approached the window and overheard something I never expected to hear. My wife, crying, was speaking to my boss, and I realized they were together. I heard her in pain, and that’s when I lost it.

I shouted out to my boss, confronting him about what I had just heard. He quickly dressed and ran out of the house. I followed him, but I knew I was no match for him physically. I asked him why he was destroying my family, and he responded coldly, telling me to back off or risk losing my job.

I went back inside, completely shattered. I sat on the couch, crying through the night. My wife was gone, and I didn’t know where she had gone.

The next morning, I confided in a friend about what had happened. He suggested I visit Dr. Mugwanu, a man he had turned to in the past for help in dealing with difficult situations. I reached out to the doctor, and after a couple of weeks, things started to change.

My boss, once full of confidence, began to suffer. His condition worsened, and one morning, he called me, begging for forgiveness. He promised me Ksh 1 million if I would let him go. I wasn’t interested in money at that point. I told him I wanted Ksh 3 million, or he could keep the money and suffer the consequences.

I got what I wanted, but it didn’t bring me any peace. I also decided to send my wife away. She had betrayed me, and I couldn’t see a way forward with her.

It’s been a month, and while the pain is still fresh, I’m trying to come to terms with what happened. Revenge didn’t heal anything—it only added more bitterness to the mix. Now, I just need to figure out how to move on.