My name is Maurice, and I live in Githurai 45. I work as a boda boda rider and have encountered all kinds of people in this job. But I never imagined I’d come close to death because of a simple misunderstanding. If it weren’t for the protection I had, I believe I wouldn’t be alive today.
It happened just last month on a regular Thursday. I was taking a lady from Githurai to Ngumba when she asked me to stop at a shop for airtime. As I waited, a man suddenly ran from across the street, shouting. The woman screamed and dropped her purse. Within seconds, a crowd formed. But something shifted—the anger faded, and the crowd backed away. That unseen shield is the only reason I’m here to tell the story..To Read more, Tap here
