Here in Wamunyoro village thieves at times decide to terrorize us. They steal anything and everything from cows to cups to mangoes and women panties. According to Aggie a local nurse, It's not a surprise to find a man wearing female inner wears and vice versa.
Previously there were efforts to curb crime led by our local chief. With his men, they would dress like women and hit the village trails. Other times they would camouflage as shrubs. The exercise didn't go on for long after the chief's son assaulted his own father with a machete thinking it's a local woman. Luckily the administration police came to his rescue. The chief came to learn his son would lock his door from inside, put on loud music and exit his room through the rear window.
One day, Mūeni a shop keeper lost her shopping and swore it will never happen again. Mūeni was equally loved and hated in equal measure. To men she was a savior but to women she was a nasty home breaker. She came to our village as a small girl to work as a bar maid in a liquor joint that collapsed. Using her savings and tips from thirsty men, she set up a shop. Here she sells everything including veve, cigars and fombe concealed in water bottles. Even the chief knows but can do nothing since at times he quenches from her well.
The vengeful Mūeni added poison to a few packet of unga and sealed them. She carried the unga to and fro until the fifth day when the usual thieves fell to her trap. They were known, only that their parents would come for you if you dared to allege them.
It was on a fateful Tuesday morning when news began spreading across the village there is an outbreak of an unknown disease where the infected are experiencing a stomachache, vomiting and dying. When everyone was in panic, Mueni was busy setting up white balloons outside her shop in a celebratory mode.
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Previously there were efforts to curb crime led by our local chief. With his men, they would dress like women and hit the village trails. Other times they would camouflage as shrubs. The exercise didn't go on for long after the chief's son assaulted his own father with a machete thinking it's a local woman. Luckily the administration police came to his rescue. The chief came to learn his son would lock his door from inside, put on loud music and exit his room through the rear window.
One day, Mūeni a shop keeper lost her shopping and swore it will never happen again. Mūeni was equally loved and hated in equal measure. To men she was a savior but to women she was a nasty home breaker. She came to our village as a small girl to work as a bar maid in a liquor joint that collapsed. Using her savings and tips from thirsty men, she set up a shop. Here she sells everything including veve, cigars and fombe concealed in water bottles. Even the chief knows but can do nothing since at times he quenches from her well.
The vengeful Mūeni added poison to a few packet of unga and sealed them. She carried the unga to and fro until the fifth day when the usual thieves fell to her trap. They were known, only that their parents would come for you if you dared to allege them.
It was on a fateful Tuesday morning when news began spreading across the village there is an outbreak of an unknown disease where the infected are experiencing a stomachache, vomiting and dying. When everyone was in panic, Mueni was busy setting up white balloons outside her shop in a celebratory mode.
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