Inside a small village church outside Mbarara, the whispers were louder than the wedding drums.
At the altar stood Catherine Asiimwe, an orphan whose trembling hands betrayed the fear she was trying so hard to hide. Across from her waited the groom the entire village had mocked for days—Moses Bario, a short, heavy man people laughed at whenever he walked through the trading center.
Some guests shook their heads in pity. Others smirked openly. Near the front row, Catherine’s aunt sat with quiet satisfaction, already pleased with the envelopes of money that had secured this marriage. Catherine lowered her eyes, believing her life had been sold.
But when Moses looked at her, there was something in his eyes no one in that church understood.
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