I cried for a woman I don't even know. A woman in Kenya who was mentally ill but had no love nor support whatsoever. Not from her loved ones. Not from professionals. Not from any kind soul.
A woman with one living child and many angel babies, yet had her husband calling her names and beating her like an animal for miscarrying his babies.
A woman who still did her duties as a mother and a wife. Tilled her land for food and put it on the table for the abusive husband, looked after the homestead and kept a clean household.
A woman who, before ending it all, did what she did as usual - cooked for her husband, laundered his clothes, ironed everything and put it all away nicely, then took her own life by setting fire to her hut. What a painful death!
This woman will not make The News. Even in death, she has apparently been shunned, and will not be 'prayed for' and offered a fitting funeral for her charred, burnt remains. She committed suicide, does not deserve prayers as she's definitely destined to burn in hell. Eternally.
And the husband that drove her to death? Well, life goes on for him. He's free of her, and has shown no remorse.
The child she left behind? Lord only knows how they'll turn out.
I'm amazed that this sort of thing is allowed to happen at all. Man sure is the most cruel being that ever existed.
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