My name is Patrick Odhiambo, and I live in Lang’ata, Nairobi County. For a long time, I kept telling myself I was imagining things. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t. Everywhere I went—my house, my workplace, even crowded places—I felt watched. Not casually. Not normally. It was the kind of feeling that makes your skin crawl, like someone was standing just behind you, breathing quietly, waiting for the right moment.
It started slowly. I would turn suddenly in the street, expecting to catch someone staring at me, but there was no one. At night, I felt uneasy in my own house. I double-checked locks, curtains, and windows, yet sleep refused to come. My dreams were worse. I kept seeing faceless figures watching me from dark corners, whispering my name. I woke up exhausted, anxious, and afraid of the day ahead.…CONTINUE READING
