It all began with John Otieno, a well-known businessman in our town. John is the type of guy who minds his own business but won’t hesitate to stand up for himself when pushed. For the longest time, John had been dealing with the OCS, who had a reputation for being corrupt and ruthless.
The OCS had been demanding money from John, threatening to shut down his business if he didn’t comply. John had managed to pay him off several times, but the demands kept growing, and it was clear the OCS wouldn’t stop until he had bled John dry.
Things reached a boiling point when John finally decided he had had enough. He told the OCS that he wouldn’t pay another shilling. The OCS, in his usual arrogant manner, laughed in John’s face, warning him that he’d regret his decision.
But John didn’t flinch. Instead, he walked away, leaving the OCS standing there, clearly unimpressed.
A few days passed, and life went on as usual—or so it seemed. But behind the scenes, John had taken a bold step. Word on the street was that John had gone to see Mugwenu Doctors, the famed traditional healers known for their powerful spells. Apparently, John had asked Mugwenu to teach the OCS a lesson he would never forget.
Now, I’ve heard many stories about Mugwenu Doctors—some fascinating, others downright terrifying. People say they have the power to make anything happen, from bringing back lost love to ensuring business success. But what John had planned was something none of us could have predicted.
On the day everything went down, I was just running a few errands in town when I noticed a crowd gathering near the market. Curious, I pushed my way through, only to see a sight that left my jaw hanging. There, right in the middle of the crowd, was our OCS, down on all fours—eating grass like a cow!
The scene was surreal. This was a man who commanded authority, feared and respected by everyone in Kisii. But now, he was reduced to grazing in the dirt, his uniform smeared with mud, and his face contorted in a mix of confusion and terror.
The crowd was stunned into silence at first, unsure whether to laugh or cry. But as the reality of what was happening sank in, murmurs of shock and disbelief filled the air.
“What is happening to him?” someone whispered beside me.
“It must be witchcraft,” another replied, his voice trembling.
The OCS was clearly not in his right mind. His eyes were wide and vacant, as if he was in some kind of trance. He kept munching on the grass, completely oblivious to the onlookers, some of whom began filming the bizarre spectacle on their phones.
As I stood there, trying to make sense of what I was seeing, John Otieno appeared on the scene. He walked calmly through the crowd, his face expressionless, until he stood just a few feet away from the OCS. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea, their eyes darting between John and the OCS, piecing together the connection.
John didn’t say a word. He just stood there, watching the man who had tormented him now humiliated beyond belief. And then, almost as if on cue, the OCS suddenly stopped eating.
He looked up at John, a flicker of recognition flashing across his eyes, followed by sheer panic. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled mess. The once mighty officer was now nothing more than a pitiful shell of a man.
The tension in the air was palpable. No one knew what to do or say. Here was our OCS, the man who was supposed to uphold the law, brought down by forces we couldn’t understand.
It was clear to everyone present that this was John Otieno’s doing, and it was just as clear that he had sought help from Mugwenu Doctors.
After what felt like an eternity, John finally spoke. His voice was calm, almost too calm for the situation. “Next time,” he said, “think twice before you try to take what isn’t yours.”
With that, John turned and walked away, leaving the OCS still on his knees, trembling and muttering to himself. It was only after John had disappeared into the crowd that the OCS seemed to snap out of whatever spell had gripped him.
He looked around, dazed and confused, as if trying to figure out how he had ended up in such a humiliating position. But the damage was done. The crowd had seen everything, and the story would spread through Kisii like wildfire.
The OCS was taken away by his colleagues, who were just as shocked as the rest of us. No one dared to say a word to him; what could they say? This was a man who had terrorized the town for years, now undone by his own greed.
That evening, the whole town was buzzing with the news. Some people were in disbelief, others were downright scared. But everyone agreed on one thing: you don’t mess with John Otieno, and you definitely don’t underestimate the power of Mugwenu Doctors.
As for the OCS, he was never the same after that day. His authority was shattered, his reputation in tatters. People whispered behind his back, some even laughed openly when they saw him.
And John? He went back to running his business, more respected than ever. He had made his point clear—those who crossed him would pay the price, one way or another.
And as for me, I’ll never forget that day in Kisii when I witnessed the unimaginable—a powerful man brought to his knees, forced to eat grass in front of the whole town, all because he refused to pay what he owed. It was a lesson none of us would soon forget.
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