That Thursday morning I’d woken up a little early to do final touches on the articles I was editing for the varsity student press before getting them published.
A few minutes after 5.00am I received a text from Steve, “brathe nikubaya…gunshots na explosions…me niko kwa wadrope tayari, mtuombee!” “Brother it is not looking good, gunshots and explosions... I’m already in the wardrobe, pray for us.”