They say elsewhere in the World that age matters not unless it is about cheese, wine or whiskies. I read somewhere last week, from my age-mate that 50 is the new age when life begins. I cannot not contest that, but I want to use this to look at some things happening around us from a new prism.
There has been another gruesome murder, this time of a sixth-year university medical student, in Eldoret. A man, either feeling jilted or just a psychotic stalker, attacked her with a machete as she walked from class to do her wardrounds. She is now one of the statistics of heinous murder in the category of what the French pour a little obeisance as crimes of passion.