It was supposed to be a normal Saturday for me. You know…wake
up, go to work, meet up with my friend later on in the evening and go back home
and re-cap all that with my family. There were so many activities lined up for
this weekend. Even though I was not taking part in them, I knew so many people
who were and they were more than excited when this day dawned. There was the
Safaricom 7s which almost everyone was rumbling about, there was the usual
football craze, if I am not wrong there was the Oktoberfest going down and
apart from that, there was nothing for those who intended to just use these two
cherished days to relax after a long tiring week. It was meant to be a good
weekend and no one in Kenya had any inkling just how dark this 21st
day of September would turn out.
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On this particular day, I had a lot of trouble trying to wake
up! This was unlike me but then again I had slept very late the previous night
so I only had myself to blame. The first thing I did was tweet just how much I wanted
to go back to bed. My eyes were so heavy and I was really struggling. I wasted
a lot of time trying to get ready because I was so sluggish. And this in turn
made me chose to forgo my breakfast so as to leave the house and get to my
place of work on time which is located in Westlands. I thought to myself, ‘I can
grab something on the way there with so many cafes in that place’
