There was a time I lived every day wondering if I’d make it back home. I drive long distances for work, and I’ve seen things on the road that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I’ve helped pull bodies out of twisted metal. I’ve watched people scream for help with their last breath. The road has no mercy.
But somehow, I’ve always walked away.
There’s one particular day that still gives me chills. I was driving along the Nakuru-Nairobi highway early in the morning.
There was fog and barely any visibility. Suddenly, a lorry…. CONTINUE READING
