The Westgate tragedy still feels so unreal,like a bad dream that I need to wake up from.
My daughter was supposed to be at Westgate for a play date that fateful Saturday; but that morning, her friend’s mum called to change the date from lunch and a movie at Westgate to swimming at Laico. Little did we know what was to happen later that day. As I watched the unfolding story on TV, I couldn’t help but cry…cry out of empathy for the victims, cry for mercy…and cry at the thought that it could’ve been my little girl needing to be rescued.
That evening, I held my family tighter than I ever have and showered them with kisses. I could see the confusion on Tumiso’s face as she could tell that her dad and I were obviously shaken.
I dedicate this blog post to all those who have lost loved ones in the tragedy; all those recovering in hospital from this cowardly act; all those who risked their lives to save their fellow Kenyans. Let not our spirit be broken. Instead, let this incident strengthen our national pride and brotherly love.
#We are one