My name is Angela Mwende, and I live in Nairobi, Kenya. Our family went through one of the most painful experiences I could ever imagine. Five years ago, our younger sister, Lydia, disappeared without a trace. She was only sixteen at the time, and one evening she left home to visit a friend but never returned. We searched everywhere reported her missing to the police, asked neighbors, and even shared her photo on social media but nothing worked. Every day without her felt like a heavy weight on our hearts. The years passed, and hope seemed to fade. We began fearing that we might never see her again.
Over the years, we tried every possible way to trace Lydia. We hired private investigators, called hospitals and shelters, and even went to nearby towns asking for any information. Despite all this effort, we could not find a single clue. The despair was overwhelming. Family gatherings were never the same, and every phone call we received made us anxious, thinking it might be news about her. The sadness started affecting all of us, and at times, we were ready to give up entirely.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
