I never thought a single motorbike could cause me so much stress, but in Eldoret, it became the center of a nightmare. My motorbike was more than just a means of transport it was how I earned my living, delivering parcels and ferrying passengers to make ends meet.
One morning, I parked it outside my house as usual, only to discover later that it had been stolen. My heart sank. I ran to neighbors, searched nearby streets, and even reported it to the police, but there was no trace of it.
The thought of losing my only source of income made me feel helpless and desperate.
