My name is Kioko, and this is a story I never imagined I’d be telling. It all started a few days after the fire broke out at Gikomba market. The place was chaotic—ashes, twisted metal, and broken dreams everywhere. Like many other traders, I lost almost everything in that fire. But that wasn't the worst …
My name is Kioko, and this is a story I never imagined I’d be telling.
It all started a few days after the fire broke out at Gikomba market. The place was chaotic—ashes, twisted metal, and broken dreams everywhere. Like many other traders, I lost almost everything in that fire. But that wasn’t the worst part. As I stood there, staring at what remained of my stall, I realized something terrible—some of my goods had been stolen. Right in the middle of the disaster, when everyone was trying to save what they could, some merciless people had taken advantage of the confusion to rob me.
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At first, I was crushed. I’d lost stock worth thousands, and on top of that, I was supposed to start rebuilding. I had no leads, no hope. Then, a friend of mine, sensing my frustration, quietly suggested I speak to Mugwenu Doctors.
I’ll be honest—I was skeptical. I’d heard of Mugwenu before, mostly in whispers and in strange radio call-ins. But desperation has a way of making you open to things you’d normally dismiss. So, I called.
The man who answered spoke calmly, as though he’d heard my kind of story a hundred times before. I told him everything—the fire, the theft, how I felt betrayed by my own fellow Kenyans. He asked me a few questions, then simply said, “We will perform a catch-thieves spell. With bees.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but he gave me instructions, and I followed them. That evening, he told me to leave everything to him and wait.
The next morning, the market was buzzing—literally. Word had gone around that a few men had been found screaming and running wildly through the narrow paths of Gikomba, chased by an aggressive swarm of bees. The strange part? The bees seemed to only follow them—no one else was stung. One of the men even confessed, right there in public, to stealing goods from my stall during the fire. My stolen items were recovered from their hideout just behind the market.
I stood there, stunned. People looked at me differently after that—some with awe, some with fear. I didn’t care. I had my goods back, and a part of my dignity restored. To this day, I don’t fully understand how Mugwenu did it, but I’m grateful. That man helped me in a way no one else could.
And now, whenever someone tells me they’ve been wronged and don’t know where to turn, I smile and say, “Call Mugwenu. He’ll know what to do.”
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