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DAY TWO Fact 2: There are at least 3,000 cases of reported cyber-crimes cases in Kenya every year. CHAPTER 6 I like watching birds fly in the air. How they would glide in the air balanced on their wings, rise high up in the air, circle a little and then glide down. Sometimes I think it is their way of exercising their freedom. Or they could be having fun. I wonder how it would feel doing that. I imagine what it would feel skydiving: jumping from a plane, free falling, feel wind whip you around, the excitement of seeing the ground loom towards you, the fear of being several miles up in the air, forgetting all your earthly problems, the weight of deploying the chute and the slow falling as you watch the earth with its beautiful scenery and its problems coming towards you. That is what I dream doing, when I do overcome my fear of heights. I don’t know when but I am hopeful, as I am hopeful of many things in my life. As I grew up, in a lower middle income household, I never drea...

As I continue writing my short i would like to reiterate one thing: All stories I post on this blog are rough drafts and there will have several mistakes either grammatical or otherwise. I will have edited these posts but there is only much you can do editing your work. That is where you come in. Point out those mistakes and I will correct them.  All characters, events, places and/ or entities are all fictional. Any resemblance to people, places or entities in real life is purely coincidental.  Now I must get back writing. The second part of the story awaits to be written. Expect it to be posted by Friday.

DAY ONE CHAPTER 1 Fact 1: The most prevalent violent crimes in Kenya are violent robberies and carjackings. The most prevalent crimes against children in Kenya are: sexual violence and defilement; child labor and child exploitation.  Francis looked at the spreadsheets before him for the hundredth time in a span of half an hour since he sat down at his desk. Every time he tried to concentrate on the financial statements before him, his mind always returned to the envelope and its contents all of which were still on his breakfast. He looked at the leather black briefcase and recoiled as if it contained radioactive material. He concentrated his gaze on the worn corners of the case and reprimanded himself for not replacing it. He had promised his wife to buy a new one but hadn’t gotten around to do it. That was a month ago. Now his wife just looks at it like piece of trash- and she usually called it trash- and never said anything about it. Just a steel look that could melt ice....