So when one morning we woke up and found six of our best cows missing from the kraal, it felt like someone had stabbed us in the heart.
I still remember that morning. My father was shouting. My mother was crying. The workers were confused.
We called the chief. We called the police. We even followed cow tracks for miles, but after a few kilometers, the tracks disappeared like magic.
For one full week, we did not sleep well. We kept hoping maybe the cows would come back. Or maybe someone would bring them. But nothing.
You know cows in our community are not just for meat or milk. They are for dowry, for family respect, for business. Losing them meant shame and serious financial problems.READ FULL STORY.