I had always admired my uncle for his confidence and charm. Living in Murang’a, he was known in the community as someone involved in local projects and school initiatives. When the school where I studied received funds for repairs and scholarships, everyone trusted him to manage the money responsibly.
But over time, I noticed discrepancies things bought that never arrived, repairs left unfinished, and whispers from staff about payments that were never made. Something about his smooth words didn’t sit right with me.…CONTINUE READING
