My Random Stories

(photos courtesy of Google) I knew this day would come. I had planned and schemed how I would get myself out, but I knew no matter how prepared I was, my reactions would be different. For one I had planned to go after the leader, plan number two, attack the subordinates then go back to wrestling with the leader and making an example for others. How wrong I was. I was coming out of class, tired. The lecturer left early so it was around 7.45 when I reached Nairobi, alighted from the bus and walked to the bus stop, unaware of my fate. As I was walking I saw a girl in a Hijab. She was always borrowing from people passing by the pavement and I had seen and helped her several times. I reached in my pocket and grabbed 30 shillings and put it in her hand. She was grateful and skipped on to the following people. I have questioned myself was it God, thanking me for my generosity? How had I escaped the knife’s edge? As I crossed the busy jam, I was being followed by three gen