I thought I had seen everything. But what happened in Kayole this week? I am not sure whether to cry, laugh or scream. It was on Monday afternoon around 4pm when I passed by a plot along Matopeni Road, just a few meters from the main junction.

People were shouting, running and pointing at a man who had climbed out of a septic tank dripping wet, carrying a dusty subwoofer, a pair of shoes, and an iron box.

The stench was unbearable. Yet what shocked us most wasn’t where he was coming from. It was what he said.

He Said the Items Were Burning Him

The man knelt on the grass and started begging. “Please forgive me. These things are mine, but not really mine. I took them. And since then, my whole body has been burning.”

We stood in disbelief. He was crying real tears. He explained how he had broken into someone’s house three nights ago and stolen a subwoofer, iron box and two pairs of shoes. He had hidden them in an abandoned septic tank behind the plot, thinking no one would ever find them.

But for the last three days, he said, his skin had been itching and burning like fire. He said he couldn’t sleep. That every time he closed his eyes, he would see fire and hear strange voices telling him to return what was not his.

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Hizo ni za Mama Njoki! She was crying on Saturday after being robbed.”

Just like that, people ran to fetch Mama Njoki. When she arrived and saw the iron box and subwoofer, she burst into tears. “These are mine. Even my late husband’s wedding shoes are here,” she sobbed.

She couldn’t believe the thief had hidden them in a sewer pit.

He Looked Like He Was in Pain

Even though no one touched him, the thief seemed to be in great pain. His arms were full of red spots, and he kept scratching his back like he had been attacked by a million ants.

He kept crying, “Please remove this fire from me. I have returned everything. I don’t want anything. Not even one sock. I am sorry.”

Despite the seriousness, some people couldn’t hold their laughter.

One woman whispered, “Hii si kawaida. Hii ni ile mambo ya wale watu husema don’t play with them.”

Another man said, “The way I know Mama Njoki, she doesn’t go to police anymore. She has her own shortcut.”

So What Happened Behind the Scenes?

It turns out that after the robbery, Mama Njoki didn’t waste time going to the police. She called someone. And no, it wasn’t a cousin or a chief.

Through some quiet networks, she got hold of a number that many people have been whispering about in the streets: +254795613711.

Silent But Serious Help

You see, this number is not just shared by market women. Even boda riders and matatu touts have it saved somewhere. It belongs to people who are said to handle theft issues without noise, without drama.

They don’t fight thieves. They don’t follow them. They don’t even call the police.

They simply act — in ways that make the thief wish they were never born.

The Theft Spell That Works Fast

In this case, the thief returned the stolen items within 72 hours. He didn’t even wait to be found. He walked out of a sewage tank smelling like a frog that had been in hell. And still begged for mercy.

Last week in Dandora, a man returned a handbag he had snatched from a hairdresser. Before that, someone in Umoja confessed to stealing church wine and returned it — half drunk.

All these people mentioned the same thing. Burning skin. Nightmares. Strange voices.

Kayole Residents Say Enough is Enough

For years, people in Kayole have suffered theft and robberies. But now, something is shifting.

Instead of waiting for the police to “investigate” or asking neighbors to help search, victims are choosing a more spiritual path — quiet but powerful.

One neighbor said, “This new method is not noisy. But it works. The shame alone is enough punishment.”

The Man’s Final Words

Before leaving, the man who returned the items knelt one last time before Mama Njoki.

“I swear on my life, I will never steal again. I’d rather beg for food. This fire almost killed me. Please bless me, even if just once.”

Mama Njoki said nothing. She only looked at him, took her items, and walked away with tears in her eyes.

People Are Watching and Learning

You might be reading this and thinking it’s just another funny Nairobi tale. But ask anyone who lives near Matopeni. They will tell you — this is real. People are returning stolen phones, shoes, radios, and even empty handbags. Not because they want to. But because they must.

Whatever is behind +254795613711 is working. Quietly. Without drama. Without delay.