More than half a century later, not a single tree has been planted in his honour. There is no plaque in his village, neon light in Kapenguria or Kitale or a street named after him. In an unmarked grave near Lake Baringo his remains lie, forgotten, just like the cause he died for, forgotten like an insignificant footnote of history.
His life was short but eventful. Every time he spoke, even when he was angry, which was often, Lucas Pkiech’s golden tooth glittered. This and his mastery of public speaking drew crowds to Lukas Pkiech like a magnet and trouble was forever his companion.