LET'S TALK IT OUT

Decades ago, probably three decades, as far as my ageing memory can recall, we painfully and remorsefully buried a young high school girl back in my village,  Ntimene Ya Muturi , amid remorseful cries from her family members. Burial that brought mourning to the entire village.  Mercy*(not her real name),  was the darling of the village, a model to the village girls, who envied her early success. Mercy  out shined  all the village girls in her academics to emerge the top village girl in the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education. She was the first girl from the village to join a national school. Her sudden death was a huge blow to the community that even  necessitated  the village elders to conduct a traditional ritual to spell out the would be evil spirits.   The cause of her death was immediately  neither known  to me nor to the mourners. We were all in a vacuum of uncertainty. The mourners, with their hands rested on their ...