You can live with someone, eat with him, even trust him with your deepest secrets, only to find out he is the one digging your grave. That is precisely what happened to me.

For years, I had a best friend I considered my brother. We shared everything. He knew my struggles and my blessings. We often ate ugali and sukuma in my house. He could even open my fridge without asking. My wife treated him like family. In fact, I always thought, “This is a true friend.”. To read more Click here.