I have been watching TV for days, trying to absorb every piece of news and analysis on the Garissa massacre. To say I am deeply saddened is an understatement. Like every other Kenyan, I am guilty of not having done much every time we have been hit by terrorists.
I could easily have been a mother to these children. Tears roll when I see a family in distress. Being forced to view badly decomposed bodies while trying to identify their kin.