It hit hard when my partner vanished. We’d been mapping out growth in Nairobi, chatting about inventory and fresh vendors. Then suddenly, his line went dead, house bolted shut, and our joint bank account nearly wiped out. I kept thinking there must be a reason. An accident, perhaps. Or some threat. But days dragged on, and worry turned to dread. Three years of sweat equity, gone.
I headed to our office in search of papers for a police report. That’s when odd details jumped out. Duplicate bills here, unsigned ones there, unauthorized transfers I never okayed. In a hidden drawer, a unfamiliar journal with scribbles detailing his scheme to siphon funds and bolt at peak earnings.
More revelations followed. Customers rang up, saying he’d loaned cash under our company name. Suppliers mentioned his whispers that I couldn’t be trusted. This guy I’d relied on had set me up as the fall guy, slipping away unscathed. Beyond the theft, it stung like a curse of lousy luck and deep deceit, far from typical Kenyan business squabbles. Now, I’m piecing things back, learning to spot red flags early in partnerships. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36364
