He was on his knees, screaming and pleading for mercy. His eyes were covered in blood from deep cuts on his forehead. He raised his hands in the air, beseeching them to spare his life. "Please don't kill me. Please have mercy on me. I have a pregnant wife and small children." They just stood there coldly looking at him like vampires.

Several young men armed with pangas, spears, bows and arrows surrounded him. They coldly stared at a man they had beaten and speared. Our vehicle came to an abrupt stop because they had blocked part of the Kericho-Kisumu highway. My photographer and I slowly and cautiously alighted. When the man saw us, he quickly rose to his feet and staggered towards our car. My driver, Jimmy Ashira, remained in the vehicle, the engine running. Photographer Baraka Karama Senior, an extraordinarily brave man, was already clicking away. The man, who I later learned was a tea picker, had an arrow stuck in his left-hand side. He came to the bonnet of the car where I sat and leaned on me pleading that we save his life. He had been attacked for belonging to the wrong community.