They Stole in Darkness, But Bees Delivered Justice at Sunrise
My name is Collins from a small estate in Kisii. My friend and I believed we were clever. We had been watching a hardware store for weeks, waiting for the perfect chance. When heavy rain fell one night, we saw our opportunity. Under the cover of thunder, we forced the back door open and carried away tools and electronics worth thousands.
We hid the goods inside my house, laughing at how the storm had protected us. Sleep came easily, full of dreams about selling everything and starting a new life.
At sunrise, chaos erupted. My mother’s frantic knocking woke me. When I stepped outside, I froze. A massive swarm of bees had covered our compound. The gate, the walls, even the small mango tree were alive with black movement. The buzzing was so intense it felt like the ground was shaking.
A neighbor tried to approach and was immediately stung. Word spread quickly that something unnatural was happening. Shame burned inside me. I felt exposed, as if the bees were shouting our guilt to the entire estate.
Terrified, we carried the stolen items to the home of a respected traditional doctor. We confessed everything. After being guided through cleansing rituals and returning the stolen goods, we waited nervously.
By evening, the bees had vanished without a trace.
That experience changed me forever. Fear opened my eyes in a way prison never could. Today, I earn my living honestly, grateful that the buzzing warning came before something worse did.
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