Mwiziiii, Mwiziiii, Mwiziii! How My Blood Brother Ended Up Exposing Himself

 

For months, things had been disappearing in our compound.

From lost phones to stolen gas cylinders, and even my wife’s handbag that she had placed beside her window one night—everything just kept vanishing like magic.

At first, I blamed neighbours. Then I suspected the workers. But something didn’t sit right with me. You know that gut feeling? That silent whisper that says, “This thief is close, very close.”

One night, my mum looked at me and said, “Mwana wa mwendwa, hio ni mtu wa damu. The one stealing from you eats in your house.”

I brushed it off.

I didn’t want to believe it. Not me. Not my own blood. But deep down, her words kept repeating like a bell in my head.

So I did what most people fear doing—I called Dr Bokko. to read more click here