My name is Mama Ruth. I run a small general shop in Kisii town. I’ve been running this business for over fifteen years. It has allowed me to raise my children, pay their school fees, and even support some of my siblings back home.
That shop is my lifeline. To read more, tap here.Last month, a series of break-ins rocked our market. Nearly every shop along our stretch was hit. Hardware stores, phone kiosks, cereal shops, even a nearby bakery — all suffered losses. I watched my neighbours arrive in the morning to find their shops emptied, locks broken, and shelves ransacked.
To read more, tap here.But strangely, my shop was left untouched.The thieves broke into the shops on either side of mine. They even tried to force their way into the chemist across the road. But my little blue shop stood there, completely unharmed — not a single crack in the glass, not even a scratch on the padlock. People began to talk.
Some suggested the thieves might have known me. Others whispered that maybe I had paid someone off. To read more, tap here.But the truth is, I did something before the break-ins started. Something most people wouldn’t believe unless they saw the results for themselves. To read more, tap here
