Kenya, Sept. 5 -- Two days before heading back to Nairobi, an unsettling dread gripped me. It wasn't just the typical stress of leaving the countryside; this felt ominous, like a shadow lurking on my path. Nightmares of crashes haunted my sleep, and the fear lingered each morning, whispering that something was terribly wrong. Reflecting on recent days, I recalled my uncle's odd behavior. Known for his envy of my progress, he'd always belittled my struggles and ignored my successes.
Now, his sudden warmth and eerie silence sparked suspicion. Was he concealing something sinister? The thought gnawed at me. My neighbor's warning echoed in my mind: some relatives resented my achievements. It hit me-my uncle could be the source of this oppressive feeling. I imagined him secretly wishing for my demise, perhaps even plotting for me to perish on the road. The idea chilled me to the core. As I packed, the weight of his possible malice fueled my resolve to protect myself before it was too late. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.