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.To read more,click here
