My name is Agnes, and I run a small tailoring shop near Pioneer in Eldoret. The woman at the center of this drama is someone I knew closely.
Her name is Carol, a married woman, respected in church, always seated in the front row every Sunday.
She led the women’s fellowship and was trusted with handling part of the church development funds meant for expanding the sanctuary.
No one ever suspected her. Carol owned a fast-growing boutique in Eldoret town. Bright mannequins stood outside.
New stock arrived every week. People admired her “blessings.” She often testified in church about how God was expanding her business.
What we didn’t know was that behind the scenes, church money had started disappearing in small portions. CONTINUE READING