Bunguswa Writes.

When the sea in my eyes drowns the dreams; interring happiness in the realms of ice that freezes, I look up to the sky, sinking, I look up to God- He speaks- Within me , His conviction surges, I ink the tears. And to the rhythmic beat of the whirl winds; and to the silent whispers of solitude, I've mastered to dance embers of the morning sun under my skin without.  I know the sweet chilling sensation, resident in basking under the mild glow of a fecund moon, hopeful to dry my cheeks from my eyes' flow. ©Bunguswa Brian.

                 Chapter 1. "Son, find out the  number of innocent girls after Korir." My supervisor, a man of mean elegance had said in a calm but rather firm voice. He was troubled. It was during our tea break, after a long session of film making directed by Dr. Ndemo, one of the country's finest film makers.  "You did well with the Kiprop case, definitely you can do way much better with this one." Whatever assured his confidence in me remained best known only to him. My mind travelled back to his point of reference. I was more than consigned to oblivion.  "We don't want more deaths, identify them so we can stop this on time. " But who was Korir anyway? Why was my supervisor so sure that the girls after Korir were going to be killed? "My son, these people are not only rich but powerful too. They will do anything to safeguard their reputation." He paused long enough. "This is your call. I want you to run an e...