We saw people moving on foot with hurriedly put together bundles of clothes on their backs, heard of some opting to temporarily shelter at the Afraha Stadium for fear of their lives and realized that many who had finally arrived at the Nakuru showground were from Eldoret town. In a way, we felt we could relate to their plight given the circumstances of our abrupt move from Eldoret to Nakuru. Like them, we had left with little, hoping to find peace elsewhere, as we tried to cope with our now broken family. My mother’s elder sister had been gracious enough to offer us accommodation while we sorted ourselves out. And just when we thought we could go back and get the rest of our things, the violence erupted and for a while, the road from Nakuru to Eldoret was blocked.
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