My name is Peter, and I live in Makongeni, Thika. What happened in our estate still shocks many of us.
It involved a young man named Collins, energetic and loud, and our quiet disabled neighbor, Mr. Kamau, who has walked with crutches for years due to a childhood accident.
Mr. Kamau is known for keeping to himself. He repairs electronics from his small house and rarely interacts beyond greetings.
Collins, on the other hand, was popular among local youths. He played football every evening and enjoyed making jokes, sometimes cruel ones.
The trouble began one Sunday afternoon. As Mr. Kamau slowly made his way down the road with his crutches, Collins loudly mimicked his movement in front of friends.
He twisted his legs dramatically, imitating the limp while others laughed. CONTINUE READING