I stood at the gate of my house in Kiambu last month, unable to comprehend the chaotic scene unfolding before me. Angry shouts echoed through the air, and the stench of burning tires filled my nostrils. My once peaceful neighborhood had turned into a battleground. People I’d known for years – friends, neighbors, and even some family members – had gathered outside, hurling insults at me and accusing me of unimaginable things. I had heard some disturbing rumors earlier in the day, but nothing prepared me for what they were about to accuse me of.
They said I had a snake. Not just any snake, but... Continue Reading