"After Losing All My Savings, Justice Came from the Most Unexpected Place"

It was a chilly Tuesday morning when I got home from work and noticed my front door wide open. At first, I thought maybe I had forgotten to lock it. But the moment I stepped inside, dread took over. Everything was in chaos. Drawers yanked out. Clothes thrown everywhere. And my small lockbox — where I’d been saving for over a year — missing.

I dropped to the floor, frozen in disbelief, unsure whether to cry or scream. They had taken everything — my electronics, my late mother’s old phone, and worst of all, KES 60,000 I had saved from countless small jobs. That money was meant for my sister’s school fees and to start a small business I’d been planning.

The police came and filed a report. But deep down, I felt what many victims do — that nothing would come of it. Days turned into weeks, and the trail went cold. The weight of the loss and the fear that someone close might have done it began to consume me. Sleep became a struggle, and trust felt like a distant memory. To Read More, Tap Here