It was just after seven in the morning when I passed by the usual road near the open field in Olekasasi, Rongai. I was heading to my friend’s hardware shop to help him offload cement. That is when I heard a strange sound behind me.
“Moooooo! Moooooo!” came the noise.
I turned quickly, expecting to see a cow that had broken loose. Instead, I saw a man. A fully grown man in tattered jeans, barefoot and dusty, running wildly across the field.
He was not chasing anyone. He was chasing goats. Not just any goats. According to locals, they were the same goats he had stolen one month ago.
The Same Man We Reported Before
Now here is where it gets interesting. This was not a stranger. I recognised him immediately. His name is Kamau, though many know him by his nickname Baba Mike.
Last month, a local farmer named Mzee Otieno lost three of his goats in the middle of the night. The gate had been tampered with and the rope that tied them was cut. CCTV cameras from a nearby apartment captured Kamau dragging two goats past the road near Tumaini Supermarket.
We reported the matter to the chief and even took the video to the police. But as usual, nothing happened. Kamau was spotted drinking at his usual spot three days later.
We gave up.
This Morning Changed Everything
What we saw this morning shocked the whole community. Kamau was not normal. His eyes were red, and he was sweating heavily. He ran up and down chasing goats that were clearly afraid of him.
He was mooing like a cow. Loudly. Repeatedly. People tried to talk to him but he ignored everyone. The moment someone stood in his way, he barked like a dog or snorted like a bull.
He even pushed one boda boda guy who attempted to calm him down.
The Goats Knew Him Too Well
The goats ran as if they knew him. One even climbed onto a raised platform to escape. A mama who sells spinach near the roadside said something I will never forget.
“These goats are scared of him. That alone tells you something spiritual is happening.”
The entire scene looked like a joke at first. But as time passed, people became more serious. One lady removed her sandals and whispered a short prayer.
Another man crossed himself and said, “We need to call the owner of these goats.”
Mzee Otieno Arrives in Disbelief
By now, a small crowd had gathered. Some were recording, others just staring. One boda guy called Mzee Otieno immediately and told him to rush to the scene. He arrived in twenty minutes, panting and sweating.
When he saw Kamau crawling on all fours and mooing loudly at the goats, he stopped.
He said softly, “My goats. I thought they were gone forever.”
Kamau tried to stand up and talk when he saw Mzee Otieno but his words came out like bleating. It was no longer mooing. He started bleating like a lost goat. Real tears came down his face.
A Woman in the Crowd Spoke Softly
Just when people were debating what to do next, a quiet woman in a red dera stepped forward.
She said, “That is what happens when you refuse to return what you stole. There are ways people are dealing with thieves nowadays.”
Nobody asked questions. But everyone seemed to understand what she meant.
Someone in the crowd whispered, “She is the one who gave the old man a solution.”
I Confirmed It Was True
After things calmed down, I followed Mzee Otieno to his home. I wanted to hear the full story.
He told me, “After reporting to the police and they failed to act, I felt helpless. My goats are my only source of income.”
He paused for a moment and then looked at me.
“A friend told me about a certain number that has been going around. I was told it helps recover stolen items even when the police refuse to help. So I decided to try.”
He showed me the number on a paper. I looked at it. It was +254795613711.
A Day Later, the Thief Appears
He said after calling that number, he was told to give details about what happened and describe the goats. Then he was told to wait.
The next morning, nothing happened.
The second morning, Kamau was seen eating grass by the roadside. Neighbours thought he was high on something. Then today, the real drama unfolded.
He was now behaving like a cow and bleating like a goat. The same goats he had stolen had somehow returned to the same neighbourhood. And now he was chasing them aimlessly.
It Felt Like Justice With No Hands
To be honest, this was the first time I had seen someone suffer without being beaten or arrested. The punishment looked worse than anything the police could do.
Kamau was crying like a child. He lay on the dusty ground and begged people to call a pastor.
“I will return everything. I swear I will change. Just remove this animal voice from me,” he said in a faint voice before mooing again.
People just stared in silence. Even the goats stood still.
Police Showed Up Late
As expected, the police were called eventually. But by the time they arrived, the drama had already ended.
Kamau was curled up under a tree. He was not talking anymore. Just humming softly and holding onto one of the goats like a baby.
The police picked him up and put him in the back of the vehicle. They asked people what happened. No one spoke. We all just said, “He was chasing goats and making noise.”
They left without saying much.
This Is Not the First Case
In the past few months, I have heard stories from all over. A man in Eastleigh returned stolen phones wrapped in banana leaves. A lady in Githurai ran mad for two days after stealing a handbag.
People are tired of police reports that go nowhere. That is why they are now calling that number.
They say if you try it, things start happening. The thief either returns your item or starts acting strange. Most people do not even want violence. They just want their things back.
Why It Matters to Speak Out
As I write this, I know someone is reading who has been robbed. Maybe your shop was broken into. Maybe your phone or livestock disappeared. Maybe you reported it and nothing was done.
I am here to tell you this. Try another way. A quiet way.
Call that number. Share what you know. Then wait. You will be surprised.
The number again is +254795613711
Lessons from Today in Rongai
Here are some real takeaways from today’s drama
- Justice does not always come from the station
- Some people will only learn when shame hits them
- When the community is quiet, that is when real fear begins
Where Kamau Is Now
No one really knows. Some say he was taken to hospital. Others believe he is somewhere getting prayers.
But one thing is for sure. He will never forget this day. The day he mooed like a cow. The day he chased goats he once stole. The day Rongai stood still and watched justice fall on him.
And the best part? No one laid a finger on him.
Final Thought
We all want justice. We all want peace. But sometimes, we need to open our minds and try new paths.
If you are a victim and you feel stuck, do what others have done. Reach out quietly. Make the call. Be patient.
Because justice does not always wear a uniform. Sometimes, it wears shame and walks barefoot.
