“After Losing Everything I Had Saved, I Found an Unexpected Path to Justice”
It was a cold Tuesday morning when I returned home from work only to find the door to my house wide open. At first, I thought I had forgotten to lock it. But the moment I stepped inside, my heart sank. Everything was scattered. Spiritual Healerawers flung open. Clothes on the floor. And my small lockbox — where I had been saving for over a year — gone.
I sat down in shock, not knowing whether to scream or cry. They had taken everything — my electronics, my mother’s old phone, and worst of all, KES 60,000 that I had saved from months of odd jobs. That money was meant for my younger sister’s school fees and for starting a small business.
The police came. They wrote a report. But deep down, I could feel what so many victims feel — that this might never be resolved. Days passed, and the case grew cold. The pain of betrayal and the helplessness began eating away at me. I couldn’t sleep. I kept imagining someone I knew might have done it. Read More
