Eucabeth Ojwang could not hold back her tears as she remembered the many hard years she spent trying to give her son, Albert, a better life.
She spoke with pain in her voice, describing how she had sold charcoal in the scorching sun and later worked as a housemaid, just to pay for her son’s education. Every coin she earned was used to pay school fees, buy books, and provide food.
There were many days she went without eating just so Albert could have something in his stomach before going to school.
Eucabeth shared that her son had always been a bright and well-behaved boy. She believed in him so much that she never gave up, even when things became too hard.
At one point, she got involved in a traffic accident while rushing to look for help with fees. She still has the scars to remind her of that day.
To her, that accident was just another sacrifice in a long list of painful struggles.But nothing prepared her for the shock of her son’s arrest. Her voice shook with emotion as she remembered how the DCI investigators arrived at their home without warning.
She said no one from Nairobi knew who her son was or where they lived. This made her believe that someone from their own village was the one who gave out the information.
With anger and disbelief, she said, “No one in Nairobi even knew about my son. Whoever brought them was one of us.”
Her words painted a clear picture of betrayal from someone close, someone she likely knew and trusted.
To Eucabeth, the pain of betrayal was even heavier than the years of struggle. She had carried firewood on her back, walked long distances to fetch water, and done all she could to raise a good child.
And now, instead of celebrating her son’s success, she finds herself crying, not only because of his arrest, but also because someone from her own people had turned against them.
Her story is one of love, sacrifice, and deep pain. It shows how a mother can give everything for her child, only to be left broken by forces she never expected.
