When I woke up in a hospital bed in Kisii, the first thing I saw was the look of shock on the nurse’s face.“You’re awake?” she whispered, as if unsure I should be.I was confused. My body felt heavy. I had no memory of how I got there. But one thing was clear, I had come back from something dark. Very dark.
My name is Peter. I’m 42 years old. And last year, my own family planned my death to inherit my land, cars, and business.I ran a successful agri-business in Kericho. It had taken me nearly 15 years to build it from scratch. I employed over 40 people, and had recently expanded into dairy farming.To read more , click here
