Samwana

It was supposed to be a routine drive from Ndivisi to Nairobi, but that night turned into an unforgettable ordeal. I was driving alone when I reached Cheptiret, a dark, secluded area with dense forest cover. Out of nowhere, my car began to wobble- a puncture, and I was stranded deep in the night. With nothing but the eerie silence of the forest around me, I knew I needed help, fast. I immediately called Daudi, my reliable friend in Eldoret. Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped into his car and headed out to rescue me. Meanwhile, I also reached out to Julie, my childhood friend, who was like a sister to me. Despite being all the way in Siaya and, as I later learned, ailing in a hospital ward, Julie called her friend in Eldoret. Her friend, Fredy, understanding the urgency, drove out to assist. In that dark, lonely spot, I suddenly had help from two friends, one of whom was selflessly aiding me from her hospital bed. When Daudi arrived, we quickly discovered that his spare wheel ...