STORY By ALHAJI SAKWA
Daniel Kinywa* (not his real name) had always dreamed of building a better life. A hardworking man from Chuka, he had spent years saving up, hoping to turn his modest plot in Ndagani into something more meaningful. When an offer came knocking, he didn’t hesitate. He sold the land for a handsome sum, KSh. 3.5 million, and the money was safely deposited into his account.
From grace to grass, the story of Kinywa is now a cautionary tale to go slow on entertainment spots in Chuka least you're fleeced of your heard earned savings.|FILE
What he didn’t know was that his fortune—and his life—was about to take a devastating turn.
It all started one fateful evening at a popular entertainment joint in Chuka town. With his bank account fattened by the recent sale, Kinywa decided to treat himself. Dressed in his best shirt, he strolled into the club, eager to unwind. The air was thick with music and laughter, the scent of expensive whiskey mingling with the aroma of grilled nyama choma.
Then, he saw her.
She was a vision—draped in a figure-hugging red dress, her smile warm, her eyes playful. She introduced herself as Lisa. Kinywa, caught between excitement and intoxication, felt his heart race. She was unlike any woman he had met before—elegant, charming, and with a laugh that sent shivers down his spine. She listened intently to his stories, her hand gently resting on his arm. That night, Kinywa felt like a king.
Lisa was no ordinary woman. She was an expert in the game, a seasoned schemer who had seen men like Kinywa before—freshly loaded and easily swayed. She made him feel special, showering him with attention and promises of love. Kinywa, who had lived a relatively simple life, was mesmerized.
It didn’t take long before Lisa’s influence took hold. Kinywa began withdrawing money in small amounts, funding extravagant nights at the club, expensive dinners, and shopping sprees.
Lisa convinced him that a man of his stature deserved the finer things in life. She whispered sweet nothings, called him her "king," and he believed her every word.
Within weeks, the withdrawals became more frequent. Lisa introduced him to her "friends," a flashy group that reinforced her narrative. They drank the finest whiskey, took weekend trips, and lived as if money would never run out. Kinywa , lost in the thrill of his newfound lifestyle, ignored the dwindling balance in his bank account.
One evening, as he sat at his usual spot in the club waiting for Lisa, reality came crashing down. He swiped his card to buy drinks for the group, but the transaction was declined. Confused, he checked his phone—his account was empty. Not a single shilling left. Panic set in. How could this have happened?
Lisa, sensing the shift, made a quiet exit. Kinywa tried calling her, but her number was suddenly unavailable. He rushed to her usual spots, asked around, but it was as if she had vanished into thin air. The woman who had once promised him love and loyalty had disappeared, taking his fortune with her.
Devastated and broke, Kinywa sat outside the club, staring at the night sky. He had lost everything—not just his money, but his dignity, his dreams, and his trust. The reality of his foolishness hit him hard. A man who once had a plot to his name was now left with nothing but regret.
Kinywa's story has since become a cautionary tale in Chuka. Friends whisper about his downfall, young men shake their heads in disbelief, and elders sigh, knowing too well how greed and deception can ruin even the strongest of men.
Today, Kinywa is trying to rebuild his life, working odd jobs and staying away from entertainment joints. The pain of betrayal still lingers, but he has learned a bitter lesson—some women don’t just steal hearts; they steal fortunes too.
*Name has been changed to protect the victim's identity.
The Feature Story Writer is a Second Year Student at Chuka University pursuing a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Journalism and Mass Communication