Wacheera remembered the way her grandmother’s voice had dropped into something softer, heavier. “When they finally came, they were few. We welcomed them with open hands and warm food. We believed they were only passing through. But little by little, they planted their feet and their flags. And before we knew it, we were the ones asking for space on land that remembered only our footsteps.”

Perhaps, after all, he had been in love with her despite her loose life. Such a beautiful woman, he lamented. Her voice haunted him, Oh Jona, you’re such a wonderful man Jona, you know your job, she cried whenever they were making love. Unfortunately, Anita had a mysterious character named Maruka who “kept” her. Perhaps, after the bitter incident that nearly cost Kinama his life, Maruka had decided to hide Anita in a secret place. Or perhaps he had murdered her; he was the kind of man who would murder a woman if provoked seriously

Now I have become a man, he thought. Dear Eve, where is that Ema now so we can play darts together? But his mind could not dwell on one thought for a minute anymore. Why should he waste his time thinking about a woman who could as well be somebody’s wife? With that thought, he started walking automatically, yet hunting with his eyes… or just waiting for the right thought. A pretty, small girl with round features passed by him fast, sounding her heels on the pavement. He thought she walked elegantly and seductively. What about her? He was thinking about her when he collided with a man shoulder-to-shoulder.

The United Nations Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights claimed it had received preliminary information from an anonymous witness that the Kenya Defence Forces were, for several weeks, on the offensive towards civilian locals in El Adde before the massacre.

The United Nations Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights claimed it had received preliminary information from an anonymous witness that the Kenya Defence Forces were, for several weeks, on the offensive towards civilian locals in El Adde before the massacre.

Bill Odhiambo is a survivor of the 2016 military massacre in El Adde, which wiped out over a hundred Kenyan soldiers and left him crippled. Ostracised from the public by the Miles’ regime and forced to lead a quiet life in Busia Town, Bill suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, constantly blaming himself for what took place in Somalia. He desires to reveal the faces and truth behind the bloodbath and find justice for himself and his fellow fallen soldiers. The UN’s claim that a survivor is under constraints by the Kenyan government breathes new life into the saga.