Within the confines of Juma Mbogo's ancestral home, Zuri's role extended beyond that of a dutiful wife—it encompassed the duties of a servant to family honor. Her days were marked by endless chores and menial tasks, her hands bearing the weight of expectations that threatened to suffocate her spirit.
His brothers, with eyes that mirrored Juma's indifference and disdain, regarded Zuri as little more than a maid to tend to their needs. Their laughter, a cruel symphony that echoed through the halls of their ancestral home, mocked her dreams and aspirations.
Yet amidst the servitude and degradation, Zuri clung to the flicker of hope that burned bright within her—the belief in a future where her intellect and dreams could flourish freely. Her resilience, a beacon of strength amidst the storm of abuse and indifference, whispered tales of defiance and determination.