I never thought a single night could change my life, but it did. My name is Esther and I live in Makindye, a suburb of Kampala. One evening I returned from a short trip to find my shop broken into. The thieves had taken everything of value phones, a small laptop, and stock that I had bought with savings. I counted the loss and it came to more than two million shillings. I felt sick, angry, and terrified. This shop paid my rent and fed my children. For days I slept badly and asked everyone I knew for advice. Friends told me to go to the police, and I did I reported the theft and gave what information I had but after talking to the officers I felt things were moving slowly. The police said they would try, but time passes and evidence disappears. I needed my things back fast.
While I waited, I followed every small lead. I walked around the neighborhood, I asked market vendors, and I checked small pawn shops in the nearby area. A woman at a coffee stall in Wandegeya told me she had seen a young man acting strange near my shop the day after the robbery. Another neighbor said the same man had been selling phones cheaply at the bus park. I began to shadow the area, hoping to catch a clue, but the trail went cold. I started losing hope. Then a friend a woman who used to sell secondhand clothes at Kibuye told me quietly that she had used help before when she lost money and that it worked for her. She gave me a number and said the people behind it were careful and discreet. TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
