My name is Sharon. I went to Kenyatta University. I thought I knew what danger looked like, late-night walks, bad men on the matatu stage, but nothing prepared me for the night I realised my mubaba wanted to offer me to a cult.He was a man from Karen, older, married of course, well dressed, and when he first appeared he made me feel special.
He rented me a one-bedroom in Roysambu along Thika Road, filled it with furniture, paid my fees and took me to places like Village Market and ArtCaffé among others.My friends envied me. I felt safe, adored and for a while I believed I had escaped the struggling student life.Slowly the mask slipped.To read more,click here
