Our neighborhood had a reputation no one was proud of. Break-ins were common.
Fights would erupt in the middle of the night. Motorbikes disappeared from compounds. Electricity meters were vandalized.
No one slept deeply because you never knew when the next scream or alarm would go off.
We had formed small security groups and installed metal gates, but still, thieves seemed to find a way in.
Yet in the middle of all this chaos stood Mr. Maina’s house. Untouched. Unbothered. Unshaken.
While the rest of us reinforced our doors and replaced stolen property, his home remained peaceful. CONTINUE READING