My name is Agnes. I run a small tailoring shop near Pioneer in Eldoret. The woman at the centre of this story is someone I knew well. Her name is Carol, a married woman respected in our church. She always sat in the front row every Sunday. Carol led the women’s fellowship. The church trusted her to handle part of the development funds for expanding the sanctuary. No one suspected anything. She also owned a growing boutique in town. Bright mannequins stood outside. New stock came in every week.
People talked about her “blessings”. In church, she often gave testimonies about how God was growing her business. What we didn’t see was the church money disappearing bit by bit. It started with a delayed bank deposit. Then receipts went missing. Records looked incomplete. When the treasurer asked questions, Carol said it was just accounting mistakes. The pastor preferred to keep peace instead of pushing hard. Weeks went by. The missing amount grew larger.
Later it became obvious a big chunk of the building fund had been diverted. Quiet checks showed transfers that lined up with payments to her boutique suppliers. Before the elders could sit her down officially, something unusual happened. One morning, traders opening shops along Uganda Road heard loud buzzing. At first they thought they were ordinary insects. Soon people started shouting. Thick swarms of bees covered the entrance of Carol’s boutique. They filled the display windows, clustered on the mannequins, and blocked the door completely. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=37290.
