Dear reader, Let me tell you about the day my 'luck' landed me in Shimalavandu Police Station.

You know those moments when the devil himself seems to be testing you?

This was one of them.

It started like any other broke Tuesday.

My pockets were as empty as a politician's promises, and my stomach was playing drums like those Isukuti dancers at the Kakamega festival.

Then boom! Like a gift from heaven (or should I say hell?),there it was—a new 1000 bob note just chilling on the roadside near the Shimalandu bus stage.

I looked left, right, up (okay, maybe not up), but nobody seemed to be searching for lost money.

My heart was doing the Macarena as I casually – trying to look normal and stuff – bent down to tie my already-tied shoelaces.

Quick move and that note was in my pocket faster than a chameleon's tongue snatching a fly.

"Leo ni leo!" (Today is today) I whispered, already tasting the chapati beans I would feast on.

Looking back, I should've known that easy money is like a beautiful girl giving you the eye at a bar—too good to be accurate and probably will cost you more than you bargained for.

That week, Shimalavandu Market was hit with more fake notes than a broke student who had excuses for missing homework.

But did my hungry brain remember this? Nope. Instead, I walked into the market at 6 PM, when the sun was setting and Mama Mbogas was tired and extra careful with money.

I picked Mama Nekesa's stall because her sukuma wiki was always fresh, and her motherly smile reminded me of my late mom.

But today, that smile turned upside down faster than a TikTok video when she held my "lucky" note up to the light....

Part 2 LOADING.....