My name is Jackson Mushi from Arusha, Tanzania. I grew up in a family where cattle were everything. They were not just animals; they were a source of pride, wealth, and survival. We depended on them for food, school fees, and even cultural respect in the community. That is why when someone stole my cows, it felt like my whole world had collapsed. I had worked hard to grow my herd, and suddenly, in just one night, all my effort was taken away by a selfish thief.
I reported the matter to the village leaders and even went to the police. They tried, but nothing happened. Days turned into weeks, and I almost lost hope. Some neighbors began mocking me, saying I would never see my cows again. Others advised me to just accept the loss and move on. But I could not do that. Those cows were not just property; they were part of my family’s future.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
