My name is Grace Muthoni, and for years I lived with the silent fear that my son would never change. From the day he started school, trouble followed him like a shadow. His teachers called me almost every week to report a new incident.
Fighting with classmates, talking back, refusing to do homework, walking out of class without permission, or being found wandering outside the school compound. By the time he reached Class Six, he had already been suspended four times.
I felt like I was losing control, not just of my son, but of my entire life. The shame of constantly being summoned to school became a heavy burden I carried alone.
People in my neighbourhood made everything worse. Some whispered when I passed, pretending to pity me..CONTINUE READING
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