KENYA BLEEDS
Dear Lord Jesus, CC: Kenya, Media, and friends of Kenya Anytime I board a bus or Matatu, I cannot help but say The Lord's Prayer a thousand times, I shake the minute a load is placed next to me that does not belong to me, every single second beside my legs are numb, my soul trembles and my heart beats so hard. Each minute I pray that my home would not be any further, I am suspicious of everyone especially ones that are holding something in their hands in a polythene bag or the boys with a bag pack. Anytime someone I suspected alights the bus, my whole body is covered with goose bumps, and I can feel my stomach squeeze. I cannot stop to ask myself why the transport unit has not bought the metal detectors yet, and I would rather wait until a bus that has someone checking the passengers so as I can board it, whether too sunny or rainy. My heart is not at peace after the last week's Thika Road grenade attack of the two busses. I cannot stop but wonder what could be wrong