I’m Simon Mwangi from a small village in Kirinyaga. Times were really hard back then. My family barely had enough to eat, and I was getting desperate for some quick cash. One evening, I did something stupid—I sneaked over to a neighbour’s place and grabbed six of their chickens. Sold them at the market the next morning.
At first, everything seemed fine. I had money in my hand, bought food for the kids, and nobody suspected a thing. I kept telling myself it was no big deal, just this once to get us through. But a few hours later, things turned weird. My stomach started hurting badly, like it was twisting inside. My head pounded, and this strange fear hit me out of nowhere. Food didn’t taste right anymore. Then suddenly, I had this urge to go outside—I couldn’t control it.
I wandered around the village, muttering nonsense, ignoring my wife calling me back. I bent down and started pulling grass from the ground, eating it like some animal. Didn’t even realise what I was doing at first. Soon, people noticed. Neighbours gathered, pointing and whispering. “He’s acting crazy, eating grass!” Kids got scared. My family tried pulling me home, but I pushed them away. The shame was overwhelming. I knew right then that stealing those chickens had brought something terrible on me. Never again. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=35748
