I never thought a single motorbike could cause me so much stress, but in Eldoret, it became the center of a nightmare. My motorbike was more than just a means of transport it was how I earned my living, delivering parcels and ferrying passengers to make ends meet.
One morning, I parked it outside my house as usual, only to discover later that it had been stolen. My heart sank. I ran to neighbors, searched nearby streets, and even reported it to the police, but there was no trace of it.…CONTINUE READING
