Naomi Nafula Wanjala is part of the US Entertainment team at Amomama Publishing. She is responsible for writing informative articles curated explicitly for our readers.
Before she joined the Amomama Publishing team, Naomi was a content writer and social media manager at Make Web Video. She was responsible for writing, editing, proofreading, and publishing content with Content Management Systems (CMS). Jana worked with clients to help them define their content needs and develop new ideas. She wrote SEO-optimized articles, blog posts, video scripts, and infographics. She was also responsible for promoting content on social networks, monitoring engagement, and scheduling posts for multiple social media channels.
Naomi holds a qualification in Journalism from the Irish learning platform Alison, where she graduated in 2021.
She loves learning new things and developing innovative ideas. Naomi aspires to make a difference through storytelling and loves to read self-improvement books, travel, and try out new recipes.
I thought I was marrying the most thoughtful man I’d ever met. Turns out, I was walking into a house where ‘help’ meant servitude, ‘love’ meant control, and a locked door became the line between sanity and betrayal.
Inheritance often arrives wrapped in silence and sorrow, given not with celebration, but with grief. It’s meant to offer comfort, a final gesture of love. Yet for many families, it becomes the spark that ignites hidden envy, buried secrets, and painful revelations.
Weddings are meant to be joyful celebrations—moments that unite families, ignite love, and mark the start of forever. But not every walk down the aisle ends in a fairytale. Sometimes, behind the smiles and satin, drama brews just beneath the surface.
My father left when I was young and I learned not to expect much from him after that. But when he offered to walk me down the aisle, I let myself believe—just for a moment—that maybe he was ready to show up. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He told me his family was close — I just didn’t realize how close until the night I found myself quietly scooting down a restaurant bench while his mother slid in beside him, smiling like she’d won something.
It was supposed to be a standard job interview—nothing fancy, just a shot at something stable. I dressed the part, showed up early, and waited like everyone else. But what unfolded in that office was nothing I could’ve prepared for.
I always thought the worst kind of betrayal came from strangers. I was wrong. It comes from the people you trust the most—the ones you’d never suspect. And in my case, it started with a phone call that changed everything.
When my husband started acting distant, I turned to my best friend for comfort. She told me I was overthinking things. Turns out, I wasn't. But three years later, fate gave me front-row seats to the consequences of their betrayal.
The night had everything I'd planned for: candlelight, wine, and the promise of a deeper connection. But when my colleague burst through the door with her kids in tow, the evening spiraled into a disaster I never expected and a truth I wasn't prepared for.
I never expected to see my high school teacher years later in the middle of a crowded farmers’ market. But there he was, calling my name like no time had passed. What started as a polite conversation quickly turned into something I never could’ve imagined.
They say power reveals character. When my husband got his first taste of authority, it didn’t just go to his head — it went straight to our home life. So I reminded him exactly who he married.
"Don’t go to the basement." That's all my boss said before hanging up. At first, I dismissed it as another odd demand from a man full of them. But when I stepped into his house and his daughter mentioned what—or who—was downstairs, I couldn't stop myself from looking.
The day my son was born should have been the happiest of my life. Instead, it was the day my entire world began to fall apart. When my husband finally showed up at the hospital, what he said instead left me questioning everything.
I thought I knew my best friend. We’d been through everything together. So when he invited me to his wedding, I never expected to find out that my girlfriend—the woman I've been with for three years—wasn't welcome. And the reason? It was worse than I ever could've imagined.
I always thought secrets had a way of staying buried. But that was before a stranger knocked on our door and shattered the life I thought I knew. I never thought a normal Saturday would flip my world upside down.
A wife’s devotion is often the glue that holds a family together. But when her efforts are dismissed or her sacrifices overlooked, that love can wither. These stories explore how unappreciative husbands pushed their marriages to the brink.
When my daughter-in-law showed up at my doorstep, soaked from the rain and shaking like a leaf, I thought something terrible had happened. I just didn't know the worst part was still to come.
Something about Helen Hunt's latest selfie has the internet doing a double-take. The Oscar-winning actress shared a cheerful snap from a baseball stadium that has everyone talking.
It started with a text. A simple message from a woman I didn’t know. At first, I brushed it off—until the late nights, the excuses, and the lies piled up. When I finally followed him, what I found was far worse than an affair.
The night our parents died, we lost more than just a family—we lost everything. But in the darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that would take us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfill.
Some family traditions bring people closer. Others make you question everything. When my boyfriend invited me to his family's dinner, I expected a warm, welcoming night filled with laughter. What I got instead was a ritual—one that left me humiliated, and exposed.
I thought I knew my husband. For three years, we built a life together—routine, predictable, safe. But when I found a hidden disc in his closet, everything I believed about our marriage shattered in an instant
There's nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. But when she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea just how badly it would backfire.
Grief is supposed to bring families together, but in my case, it did the opposite. My mother was barely in the ground before my father started making changes—ones I never saw coming. But what my father didn’t know was that my mother had left behind one final surprise.
Patrick always told me we needed more time before moving in together. More time before getting engaged. More time before making any real commitment. But the second I inherited a fully paid-off apartment? He couldn’t wait a second longer. And that’s when I knew—I was never his first choice.
It started with an ordinary shopping trip. A secondhand jacket. A hidden note. A set of coordinates. I didn't know what I would find when I followed them—but I never could have imagined how it would change my life forever.
For twenty-five years, I believed my marriage was perfect—until one night, my husband dropped a secret that shattered everything. But while he thought I’d crumble, I had other plans.
I should've known my birthday would be a disaster the moment I saw my niece and nephew whispering like little villains, eyes locked on me. But nothing could've prepared me for the audacity that followed.
The moment the church doors slammed open, my heart stopped. My father—who hadn’t spoken to me in years—stood at the entrance, chest heaving, eyes wild. And then, in a voice that sent a ripple of shock through the crowd, he bellowed, "I OBJECT!"
I had been counting down the days until my husband came home. I thought I knew exactly what to expect, exactly how our reunion would go. But then, a wounded soldier arrived at the hospital—when we checked his emergency contact, my blood ran cold.
They say trust is the foundation of every marriage. But on the night before Valentine’s Day, I found something in my husband’s drawer that made my heart stop. Instead of confronting him, I decided to play along—until the perfect moment to strike.
The morning of my wedding, I expected to be nervous about vows and flower arrangements—not standing frozen in shock as my fiancé gave me an ultimatum that would change everything.
I thought divorcing my cheating husband was the hardest thing I’d ever do—until my son begged to stay with him and my mother-in-law. The pain of his rejection was unbearable. But when I looked closer, I saw the truth. And trust me, I wasn’t going down without a fight.
I thought family meant forever—until the grandson I raised like my own tossed me out like an old piece of furniture. But what he didn’t realize was that I had one last trick up my sleeve.
When I walked into that shelter, I didn’t expect to make a decision that would cost me my marriage. But as I knelt in front of that frail old dog, I knew one thing—she needed me. And maybe, I needed her too.
Harold had always loved his garage — his little escape after long days at work. I never questioned it. But when I discovered he was keeping something hidden in there, I had no choice but to find out the truth.
White isn't just a lucky color for Super Bowl teams — it also dominated the celebrity fashion scene at the 2025 game. Historically, teams wearing white jerseys have had an edge on the field. Statistics show that, with over 58 Super Bowls, white-clad teams have won more often.
On my 35th birthday, my husband wanted to leave me broken and humiliated. Instead, he gave me the perfect gift—an excuse to destroy him. And trust me, I made every second count.
Before Patrick Mahomes became a household name in the NFL, there was one person who stood by his side through it all—his high school sweetheart. Their journey together has been nothing short of remarkable.
The Chiefs stand on the brink of history, one win away from an unprecedented three-peat. But not everyone is celebrating. As skepticism spreads, the big game faces an unexpected challenge off the field.