It was past midnight when I was jolted awake by screams from the village center. I rushed outside to find a crowd surrounding a man who had been caught red-handed in one of the most shocking acts I had ever witnessed.
He was wearing women’s clothes items stolen from several homes over the past weeks and the villagers were furious.
The thief had been terrorizing our village quietly, breaking into houses while families slept.
Most of us suspected someone, but the evidence had always been circumstantial. That night, however, everything became painfully clear. He had been wearing stolen dresses, skirts, and scarves, parading in the streets like he owned them.
The sight enraged every resident present.
Anger escalated quickly. Villagers grabbed sticks and poles, demanding justice on the spot. Some wanted to call the police, but others insisted that immediate punishment was necessary.
The thief pleaded, begged for mercy, and promised to return everything, but no one was listening. What had started as minor thefts had now become a public humiliation, and the community would not let it slide.
