My name is Grace, and I will never forget that evening. I had just finished my shift at the local clinic in Rongai and was walking home when I noticed a crowd forming near Daniel’s grocery shop. Curious, I hurried closer, only to witness a scene I could hardly believe. A thief had been caught red-handed attempting to steal goods, but instead of quietly awaiting judgment, he began arguing with himself aloud, his voice swinging between denial and confession in a way that left everyone around him stunned.
“No! I didn’t take it! Yes, I did! But I needed it!” he shouted, pacing back and forth, pointing fingers at imaginary people as though two conflicting minds were trapped in one body. The crowd froze, unsure whether to intervene or watch. Some whispered nervously, wondering if he was mentally unstable. Others simply stared, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.…CONTINUE READING
