Two days before I was supposed to return to Nairobi, I began to feel uneasy. It was not just the usual tension of travelling back to the city after spending time upcountry. This was heavier. Every time I thought about the journey, I felt as if something dark was waiting for me on the road.
At night, I dreamt of crashes and accidents, and when I woke up, the fear stayed with me. Deep down, I knew something was not right.I started recalling little things that had happened days earlier. My uncle, who had never hidden his jealousy of my progress, had been behaving strangely. He was overly friendly and unusually quiet.To read more,click here
