KEN OWUOR ONDENG'E Nairobi Kenya
It must have been raining cats and dogs probably for two hours. The heart tearing mourning had been kept at bay by the rumbling of the thunders and heavy down pour. Finally from a distance, a shrilling voice could be heard, it was however faint and carried away by the sounds of running water and wind.
I was sweating profusely and my heart throbbing rapidly. Kamau, whom I had known for relatively a short period of time and as Kenyans bad neighbours, we rarely interacted except for the occasional greetings whenever we bumped into each other.
He knocked at my door and as a measure of caution, I hesitated. He persisted and even called my name, which he must have picked from the Mpesa transaction I had once send him. "P-l-e-a-se- co-me out," he stammered, perhaps fearing not to raise more attention.