I buried my husband in my heart in 2024. When the Gen Z protests erupted in Nairobi, he left home that morning promising to return by evening. He said he was only going to check on his shop and pass through town. That was the last time I heard his voice for months.
That day descended into chaos. Sirens, tear gas, screams, and gunshots filled the city. Videos circulated online showing bodies covered with sheets. Names were missing. Phones were switched off. I searched hospitals, police stations, and morgues. No one had answers. Eventually, I was told what no wife ever wants to hear: many had died unidentified.…CONTINUE READING
