On Friday morning, the peaceful suburb of Majengo was thrown into disarray after a bizarre incident left many residents in awe.
It began as a quiet day of devotion, with Muslim faithful preparing for the midday prayers. Worshippers at Al-Nur Mosque, one of the oldest mosques in the area, had just finished ablution and entered the sacred prayer hall. Their shoes and slippers, as usual, had been left in the open racks outside.
Within the surrounding street, vendors sold fruits and sweets. Children chased each other through narrow paths between buildings. The smell of street food like mandazi, bhajia, and fried fish wafted through the air.
It was a normal Majengo morning. That is, until a sudden scream from the mosque gate brought everything to a grinding halt.
A man was running erratically in circles just outside the mosque. He was slapping his legs, stomping the ground, and crying in a mix of panic and pain. His screamc“Mimi si mwizi!” echoed through the alleyways like a siren.
But despite all his shouting, everyone could clearly see what was going on.
He was wearing someone else’s slippers. But they weren’t just any slippers. They were stuck. Completely fused to his feet.
The Attempted Theft Caught on Camera
Earlier that morning, CCTV cameras had caught the man hovering around the mosque entrance. He wore a black jacket and a white kanzu. To the untrained eye, he appeared like any other worshipper.
He stood near the shoe rack for almost ten minutes, pretending to be on a call.
Then, in a flash, he slid out of his own worn-out slippers and shoved his feet into a much newer pair of branded ones a soft, thick-soled pair likely imported from Dubai.
He glanced around, then strolled casually down the street, trying to blend with the crowd.
But less than two minutes into his walk, something strange happened.
He slowed down. Then he stumbled. Then he tried to take off the slippers but couldn’t. He sat on a bench and tried to pull them off with his hands. Nothing. He began sweating profusely. Then the screaming began.
Within minutes, a crowd formed.
The slippers, which had fit his feet perfectly a few moments earlier, now seemed to be fused with the skin.
Attempts to remove them only caused more pain. He pulled, twisted, even used a stick to try and pry them off. Nothing worked. His feet turned red. His eyes filled with tears.
All the while, he kept repeating the same phrase.
“Mimi si mwizi. Mimi si mwizi.”
Eyewitnesses Share What They Saw
Ali, a boda boda rider who witnessed everything, said the man’s screams were like nothing he had heard before. “He sounded like someone being punished from inside. Not beaten. Not attacked. But like his body was turning against him,” he explained.
Another woman, who sells tomatoes near the mosque, said the man begged for forgiveness while tugging at the slippers. “He cried so much, even the children watching became scared,” she added.
The most unusual detail, however, came from a mosque caretaker who tried to help. He poured water on the man’s feet, thinking maybe heat or friction was the problem.
But the slippers absorbed the water instantly and became tighter. It was as if they had become part of the man’s skin.
He was then asked to go back and place the slippers where he had taken them from.
Reluctantly, and with great struggle, he limped back to the mosque entrance. But when he tried to take them off and return them, they still refused to budge.
By then, word had spread.
The slippers had cursed him.
A Growing Pattern of Strange Reactions
This was not an isolated incident.
In recent weeks, Majengo and its surrounding estates had recorded at least six similar cases. A man who attempted to steal mangoes from a roadside vendor ended up with swollen hands for three days.
A woman who took second-hand clothes from a stall without paying started vomiting uncontrollably until she returned them. A boy who tried to sneak away with a smartphone was found asleep next to the scene, unable to wake up for four hours.
Each of these cases had no clear explanation. There were no visible attacks. No one chased the suspects. But the end results were the same pain, shame, and public confession.
And in every case, the stolen item refused to cooperate with the thief.
People began whispering that something had changed. That thieves were being watched. That ordinary items had started fighting back.
Traders React with Mixed Emotions
Business owners in Majengo shared their thoughts with a mixture of relief and fear. For years, they had suffered from daily losses. Traders selling shoes, food, phone accessories, and even buckets had resigned themselves to losing stock frequently.
Petty theft had become part of the environment. You could not leave a chair outside without it vanishing. A customer might eat half a meal and run. At times, entire racks of clothes would disappear during prayer time.
But since these incidents began, theft cases dropped dramatically.
Many vendors started sleeping better. Others stayed longer at work. There was hope again. Yet, very few admitted to knowing what had changed.
Some just said “Kuna kitu imeingia hapa,” loosely meaning “something new has entered here.”
They dared not speak too much.
Who Is Behind the Change?
As whispers turned into real testimonies, a few brave traders admitted something more. They said someone had helped them. A mysterious figure known only by referral. No posters. No office. Just a number.
They said the solution offered was quiet but strong. That it did not require public drama. It simply worked. Those who stole were punished in private or public, depending on the depth of their crime.
And those who received help saw their businesses grow fast. Stock stopped disappearing. Thieves avoided them. Customers became loyal. Competition reduced mysteriously.
When asked if they would share the contact, they simply nodded and pointed to a number that had been circulating on WhatsApp and within vendor groups.
Quiet Help for Serious People
If you are tired of losing stock every day…
If you feel your effort is being stolen while you sleep…
If thieves seem to know you are too tired to fight back…
Then this is your answer.
This is not revenge. It is protection.
This is not noise. It is order.
This is not force. It is balance.
Thousands of market traders, hawkers, shopkeepers, and even online sellers across Kenya are now safe. Not because they reported anything. But because they made one call.
Why You Must Act Now
As the world changes, the street becomes smarter. Thieves become faster. Tricksters become smoother. But with the right help, your business becomes unshakable.
You do not need to shout. Just move smartly.
Even one call can change your life.
No more sleepless nights. No more losses. No more silent pain.
Let the thieves cry. Let them say “Mimi si mwizi” while your slippers hold them still.
