Your name is Mukami, and you’ve lived in Kenya all your life. It is your home, but it can also be a very dangerous and unfair place, especially being so poor. You were grateful for every day you lived, because you knew survival was often a matter of luck… and sooner or later, your luck ran out.
It was a simple matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your father had accidentally witnessed high-ranked members of Mungiki perpetrating some time, and now, they’ve come to make sure there aren’t any witnesses. Now, you were in the backseat of a truck being driven far out into the wilderness. One of the men had a gun pointed at you, making sure you couldn’t try to bail out. “Usiondoke!” He threatened. “Ikiwa unahamia nitawapiga.”
Still, you were tempted to try and jump out of the truck anyway. You were pretty sure they were just taking you out into the middle of the wilderness just to shoot you without being heard. You didn’t know what they’ve done to your parents, but you’re certain by now that you’ll never see them again. All you could do was sit in the backseat of that car, a stoic look on your face, as you transition back and forth between despair and acceptance…
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