For years, Daniel Mwangi truly believed that if you just worked harder than everyone else, success would follow. He built his hardware shop in Kisauni from nothing – long nights stacking shelves, missing birthdays, pouring every cent back into stock. People loved him for it: fair prices, honest advice, always a smile. His little store became the go-to spot in the neighbourhood. But the better he did, the more side-eyes he got. Smiles felt fake. Whispers followed him down the street. Daniel told himself it was just normal business rivalry.
Nothing to worry about. Then strange things started happening. Deep scratches on the metal shutters overnight. Dirty water splashed across the entrance every few mornings. Bags of cement vanishing from the store. Customers swearing “your guy” gave them wrong change or sold them fake goods. Suppliers calling to confirm cancelled orders he never made. One night stones crashed against his gate. He ran outside in his vest and saw two youths disappearing into the dark. Scrawled on his wall in red paint: “Back off or lose everything.”
His wife, Beatrice, stopped sleeping. The kids wouldn’t play in the yard anymore. Daniel’s temper grew short; he started shouting at shadows. After finding his padlock glued shut for the third time, he lost it and yelled into the empty street, “Touch my shop again and you’ll regret it!” Exhausted, he poured out the whole story to his old friend Suleiman over tea. When he finished, Suleiman just shook his head and said quietly, “Bro, this isn’t competition anymore. This is witchcraft.” Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35268
