I grew up in Kericho knowing that our family land belonged to my late father and, eventually, to his children. But my stepbrother had always been cunning. After our father passed, he claimed authority over the property, insisting that he had rights to manage it.
For years, he schemed quietly, pressuring the orphans to sign away their portion. I watched in silence at first, unsure how to intervene. Then one day, he went too far—he began forcing signatures, grabbing land from children who could not defend themselves.…CONTINUE READING
