My name is Maggie Karimi, and I come from Meru. I’ve always believed in the strength and resilience of my family, but nothing could have prepared me for the heart-wrenching ordeal we recently faced. I want to share my story, hoping that it will serve as a reminder of the fragility of life and the unseen battles we sometimes face.
It was a typical morning when my world was shattered. I woke up to find my husband, a strong and loving man, on his hands and knees in our front yard, eating grass like a goat.
The sight was so surreal, I thought I was still dreaming. But as I approached him, calling his name, he didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, his movements mechanical. Panic surged through me, and tears welled up in my eyes as I realized this was no dream.
Desperation and fear gripped my heart. I rushed to our neighbors, hoping someone could help or explain what was happening. Whispers of witchcraft began to circulate, and my fears grew. I couldn’t bear to see the father of my children, my partner in life, reduced to such a pitiful state. It was then..TO READ MORE, TAP HERE
