Samwana

Emma and I had a connection that spanned years, always dancing around the edges of our lives but never quite aligning. The day she agreed to move in with me marked the beginning of a new chapter, one that I had long dreamed of.   We had known each other since primary school, when she first arrived at my school in Class Five. Emma was beautiful, with her dark skin and infectious smile. Everyone loved her. She was the daughter of Mr. W.W, our headteacher, but her charm wasn’t just in her looks; she had a radiant joy that made her stand out, even among the girls in our school.   I was drawn to her from the start. Before I could confess my feelings, though, I was transferred to another school, and our paths began to diverge. There were no cell phones or easy ways to stay in touch, and life took us in different directions. Emma stayed with her brother Benjamin and her stepmother, but you wouldn’t know it - she was always cheerful and full of life.   Years passed, a...

Webuye town, nestled by the cascading falls of the Nzoia River, was a place where the past and present coexisted in a delicate dance. The air was always filled with the scent of freshly tilled earth and the distant hum of the paper mill. For many, Webuye was just a dot on the map of Kenya, but for me, it was the world. Growing up in Webuye meant a life rich with tradition yet touched by the inevitable wave of modernity. I spent my days between school,church, chores, and exploring the town’s hidden corners. I had two close friends, John and Jerry, who shared my thirst for adventure. Together, we formed a trio that was inseparable, bound by the common thread of dreams and mischief.