The sun had barely risen above Nairobi’s skyline when the morning bustle of Muthurwa Market began. Vendors arranged their goods. Customers strolled in to catch early bargains.
Children weaved through the alleys with steaming thermoses and plastic cups, selling tea and uji. Smoke from charcoal grills filled the air as early cooks prepared the usual breakfast offerings that have made this market a hive of flavor and aroma.
It was a typical start to a busy Thursday, until everything came to a sudden and terrifying halt.
At around 7:42 AM, a loud shriek pierced the usual market noises. Some people thought it was a fight. Others assumed someone had been hit by a car.
But when the scream repeated louder, longer, and filled with unimaginable pain traders from all corners of the market rushed toward the sound, only to find a man writhing on the ground near a popular roadside sausage stall.
His mouth was wide open, hands trembling, and face soaked in tears. He was not bleeding. He was not wounded. But he could not shut his mouth.
The Sausage Vendor’s Story
Beatrice, a well-known sausage vendor near the bus stage, had been grilling her first batch of smokies and eggs just like any other day.
Her cart, slightly rusty but well-maintained, was popular for its juicy, evenly roasted sausages. She usually attracted a line of loyal customers even before she finished setting up.
That morning, however, something felt strange. She noticed a man hovering nearby. He wore a grey hoodie, slightly tattered trousers, and worn-out rubber shoes. He had no shopping bag and never made eye contact.
She thought he might have been hungry and considered offering him a piece out of sympathy. But before she could act, the man lunged forward and snatched a cluster of freshly roasted sausages straight from the hot grill.
It happened so fast that even Beatrice froze for a moment. She shouted for help, but the man had already disappeared into the maze of stalls and human traffic.
Her customers gasped in shock. Some called him a thief. Others simply looked away and shook their heads, used to petty theft that often went unpunished in crowded places. But what happened next turned this simple incident into a bizarre and unforgettable spectacle.
The Scene That Stopped Everything
About fifty meters from where he had stolen the sausages, the man suddenly dropped to the ground. A boy selling peanuts was the first to notice. He ran over, then stood frozen in fear.
The thief was no longer running. He was on his knees, clutching his face, and letting out sounds that could only be described as part cry, part wail, part groan.
His eyes rolled back and his jaw hung open in an unnatural position. Every time he tried to bite down or move his mouth, it seemed like his whole body convulsed.
Market traders began gathering quickly. Within minutes, over a hundred people had formed a circle around the fallen man. Some took videos.
Others prayed. Some pointed and whispered words like “judgment” and “curse.” A few laughed nervously. But most just watched in disbelief.
A woman from the nearby chicken shop swore she saw steam rise from the man’s lips. Another vendor claimed his gums were turning blue.
The most common observation, however, was this. The man’s teeth were completely locked. He could not speak. He could not chew. He could not spit the sausages out. His entire mouth appeared frozen, like something had clamped it from inside.
No One Dared Touch Him
Despite the chaos and noise, no one dared to approach him directly. Some feared he was possessed. Others thought he might have eaten poison.
An elderly man whispered that he might have touched something protected by unseen forces.
One boda boda rider who had witnessed the theft earlier confirmed that the sausages had been taken directly from the grill while they were still sizzling.
And yet the thief had not screamed from heat at that moment. His scream came only after he had swallowed several pieces.
The vendor, Beatrice, eventually arrived at the scene and confirmed what many had suspected. Those were indeed her sausages. She recognized the custom toothpicks she used to hold them together.
She was visibly shaken and could barely believe what she was seeing. A man who had stolen her breakfast stock was now on the ground in agony, unable to close his own mouth.
But she did not appear angry. In fact, she looked sad. She quietly said she had lost sausages before, but never witnessed anything like this.
Police Arrive But Do Very Little
Officers from the nearby post arrived after receiving multiple calls. They tried to calm the crowd, but by then the incident had already gone viral on social media.
Video clips showed the man flailing on the ground, crying the word “Uuuuwi!” over and over again. His voice was hoarse, dry, and trembling. He made no effort to run or resist. He simply sat, mouth agape, begging for help through eyes filled with panic.
The officers lifted him onto a bench and tried to give him water. He spilled most of it because he could not drink properly.
They considered taking him to the hospital, but some community elders and older traders urged them to wait. They believed the incident had nothing to do with medicine.
One woman said loudly that the man had touched what was not his. And now what he had stolen was punishing him.
The police, unsure of what else to do, simply noted down a report and allowed the market officials to handle the situation.
What Happened Later
By noon, the crowd had dispersed. The man had been taken to a shaded spot behind the market and left under supervision. His jaw remained locked well into the afternoon.
No doctor came. No official statement was issued. But the story had already travelled beyond Muthurwa. People across Nairobi were speaking about the incident as if it had been a televised miracle.
Some called it instant karma. Others used it as a warning. But among traders, a quiet understanding spread. Something was changing. Thieves were no longer going unpunished. Strange things were beginning to happen.
Other Cases Emerge
In the days that followed, other vendors across Gikomba, Burma, and Umoja began sharing similar stories. A man who stole cabbages found his fingers blistering without touching fire.
A woman who took earrings from a market table lost her voice for three hours. Another youth who tried to break into a phone kiosk fell asleep at the door and could not be woken for an entire morning.
Each story ended in confusion. No suspects were charged. No property recovered. But all the thieves confessed. All of them cried in public. And in each case, something about their bodies turned against them in unexplained ways.
The market community started whispering again. Some spoke of protection. Others believed something powerful was now watching over vendors and small businesses. The crimes were no longer going unnoticed. The consequences had become instant.
A Vendor Opens Up
A soft-spoken fruit vendor from Kayole finally agreed to speak to a local radio station. She said she used to lose stock almost daily. Mangos, oranges, even crates of avocado. She would cry and wonder what she had done wrong. Then someone gave her a number to call. She made the call. She followed a few steps. She paid a small commitment fee. Then she waited.
Since that day, not a single fruit has gone missing from her stall. She says thieves now skip her table. Customers pay exactly what they owe. Her profits have tripled. And she no longer wakes up in fear.
She shared the number again, quietly, during the interview.
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