For ten long years, I lived in uncertainty, heartbreak, and loneliness. My husband, Joseph, had disappeared without a trace. One day, he simply left our home in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania, and I never heard from him again. I tried contacting his family, friends, and even authorities, but no one could tell me where he was. The pain of not knowing what had happened to my marriage and my family was unbearable.
I spent years hoping he would return. I prayed every day, asking for guidance and patience. Friends and relatives tried to console me, but they could not understand the deep ache I felt. Life without Joseph was challenging. I struggled to support myself and our children, and the loneliness made me feel hopeless. Many times, I wondered if I should give up and move on, but a part of me refused to lose hope.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
