UHURU NA KAZI: 2002 AD “Weweeee! Amukaa!! Mwanaume ghani ako na ndigiree analala saa hii!” That was my Mom’s unmistakable voice . I had graduated a month earlier, and the Monday after the graduation ceremony, I knew nothing but grief. Every day at 04H30, Mom would knock on my crib's window and shout all manner of things till I left home before 06H00. “Hapa sio kwako! Hapa ni kwa Mzee M'Kaurugo. Enda tafuta kwako! Kwenda kapisa. Unanona nona hapa bila kasi tukuchinje?” I’d pick my man-bag full of my education certificates and wander off to God knows where. I thank God for my Mom, with her unconventional brand of motivation. My childhood friend, Wanjohi (Wanjo), had recently lost his dream job at a local brewery after a freak accident in his official company car. So, I’d go to his house, stretch out on the couch and catch up on my sleep till mid-morning. The year was 2002. President Moi had done his two five-year constitutional terms, and the country’s political landscape was ...