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N/B: This story is based on true events.
People in Kilifi will tell you, half joking and half serious, that not every problem ends in court. Some problems, they say, simply disappear.
And if you ask how, someone may lower their voice and mention one word: fusa.
This is the story of a mango tree, a young man called Mundu, an elderly man named Kabwere, and a strange night that left an entire village wondering what had really happened.
It all began with a mango tree.
The tree had stood on a piece of land for decades. It was already mature long before Mundu and his family arrived in the village. Its branches provided shade, its fruits fed children and adults, and over the years, it had quietly become part of the village landscape.
Kabwere, a man in his seventies with several grandchildren, had known the tree for most of his life.
But Mundu and his cousins had a different idea.
Mundu’s cousin claimed ownership of the land where the tree stood. When buyers began moving around the village looking for mature trees, the cousins saw an opportunity.
The mango tree could be cut and sold.
To Mundu, it was simple.
“Why should a tree just stand there when it can bring us money?” he reportedly argued.
But the elders did not see things that way.
Mundu’s family had migrated into the area years earlier and had been welcomed by the villagers. The mango tree, on the other hand, had been there long before them.
So when word spread that Mundu and his cousins intended to cut it down, Kabwere and other elders stepped in.
Kabwere approached Mundu and made their position clear.
The tree was not to be cut.
There was already a caveat against cutting it, and the elders were determined to ensure that it remained standing.
What should have been a simple disagreement quickly turned heated.
“You cannot just come and stop us,” Mundu argued.
Kabwere, despite being well into his seventies, stood his ground.
“This tree was here before you came,” he reminded him. “You cannot just wake up one morning and decide to destroy it.”
More villagers gathered as the argument continued.
Then things got out of hand.
Mundu lost his temper and assaulted Kabwere.
The elderly man was knocked down, leaving witnesses shocked by what they had just seen.
For Kabwere, the matter was no longer about a mango tree.
He went to the police.
A case was opened at the Kwa Dioo police post, and Mundu was summoned. There were witnesses, and the circumstances surrounding the dispute were known by several people in the village.
Mundu was required to report to the police every week.
That was when the seriousness of the situation began to sink in.
At first, Mundu had been confident. But as the weeks went by, the regular trips to the police post became a source of worry.
He began thinking about the witnesses.
He thought about the assault.
He thought about the caveat that had prohibited the cutting of the tree.
Most importantly, he began wondering how far the case could go.
Then Mundu decided to look for help from a completely different direction.
He visited a witch doctor.
In parts of coastal Kenya, stories about witchcraft and traditional practices have existed for generations. Some people dismiss them as superstition, while others firmly believe in them.
The witch doctor Mundu visited was said to specialise in a practice known as fusa.
The word is loosely translated as “let it go.”
According to the belief surrounding the practice, fusa can be used to make people forget—to let go of anger, memories or matters that they are holding onto.
Mundu explained his troubles to the witch doctor.
The old man listened carefully.
Then came the prescription.
It was not medicine in the ordinary sense.
Mundu was told to take some herbs and return to Kabwere’s compound in the middle of the night.
There was one particularly strange part of the instruction.
He had to go completely naked.
Yes—naked.
He was also instructed to perform chants and a series of movements that, from the description, sounded more like gymnastics performed under the moon than anything Mundu had ever done before.
But Mundu was desperate.
And when someone is worried about a case following them to court, apparently even midnight gymnastics can begin to sound reasonable.
So, deep in the night, Mundu followed the instructions.
The village was asleep.
The roads were dark and quiet.
Mundu made his way to Kabwere’s compound and carried out the ritual as instructed.
He chanted.
He performed the strange movements.
And, after completing everything he had been told to do, he returned home.
What happened afterwards became the part of the story that people still discuss.
The case began to lose momentum.
Eventually, the matter collapsed.
And that was when the whispers began.
Some people said it was simply a coincidence.
Others wondered whether the case had been poorly handled.
But in the village, another explanation quickly emerged.
Fusa.
People began saying that Mundu had gone looking for the practice that was supposed to make people “let it go”—and somehow, the case was no longer going anywhere.
Nobody could prove that the ritual had anything to do with what happened.
But village stories are rarely built on courtroom evidence.
They are built on what people saw, what they heard and what they believe.
And this particular story gained another layer of humour because of the alleged midnight visit.
As one villager reportedly joked, the biggest danger was not even the witchcraft.
“It was someone waking up and finding Mundu doing gymnastics outside their house.”
Kabwere, meanwhile, was left with a story that would probably outlive the mango tree itself.
And the tree?
It survived.
Still standing after all the arguments, threats, police reports and midnight rituals, the old mango tree remained exactly where it had always been.
Perhaps that is the biggest joke of the whole story.
Mundu wanted the tree cut down for money.
Kabwere fought to protect it.
A police case followed.
Then came fusa.
And after all that drama, the mango tree simply kept growing.
This story is based on a true event, although some details have been adapted for narrative clarity and storytelling purposes.