Hello Love

Hello 👋 Darling, 

There hasn’t been a single day in the last five years that I haven’t thought of you...of us, of the life we built, and the little moments I took for granted. 

Leaving Kenya was never easy, but I convinced myself it was necessary. The world kept echoing the same message in my ears...that a man must provide, no matter the distance, no matter the cost. And so I left, carrying your love with me like a shield against everything I was about to face.

Life abroad was nothing like I imagined. It was lonely, harsh, and at times, deeply unforgiving. The nights felt longer, the days heavier. I missed the sound of your laughter, the way our daughter would run into my arms, the warmth of simply being home.

There were moments I questioned everything...whether the sacrifice was worth it, whether I was slowly losing the very thing I left to protect. But I endured. I had to. I worked tirelessly, pushed through exhaustion, and slowly found my footing. 

I met people who became friends, strangers who became family in a foreign land. Still, nothing ever replaced you.

There is something I need to tell you ...something I should have found the courage to say sooner.

One night, during a time when the weight of everything became too much, I lost myself. I drank more than I should have and wandered the streets of Dubai, not fully aware of where I was or what could have happened to me. That night could have been the end of me… but it wasn’t.

She found me.

A young woman...kind, selfless, and brave. She helped me when I was at my lowest, took me in, and cared for me without expecting anything in return.

In a place where I felt invisible, she saw me. In my weakness, she became my strength, even if only for a short while.

What began as gratitude slowly turned into something more complicated...something neither of us planned, nor fully understood at the time. And from that unexpected chapter… a child was born.

A son.

I know these words may hurt you, and I carry that guilt every day. But please, hear me out.

His mother is gone.

She died protecting us...protecting him.

In her final moments, she placed her trust in me, and in that moment, I made a promise I cannot break. That child is now my responsibility, not by chance, but by choice. I cannot abandon him, not after everything.

I am coming home… with our son.

I didn’t want to stand before you and drop this truth all at once. I didn’t want the shock to hurt you more than it already will. That is why I am writing this...to give you time, to prepare your heart, even just a little, for what I will explain more fully when I see you.

Please believe me when I say this...nothing has ever replaced you. Nothing ever will. You are still my home, my peace, the love I have carried through every storm.

I know this is heavy. I know it may feel like too much. But I am asking...not for immediate forgiveness...but for understanding, for patience, and for a chance to face this together.

I am coming back not just with truth, but with hope… hope that somehow, we can find a way forward.

Yours, always.