I Have Tried All Means in Nairobi to Kill My Father Fighting for 5 Acres of Land Share, But The Last One Did not Miss the Target, I Don’t Regret

I had reached a breaking point. At 38 years old, I was the only son in my family, and I had nothing to call my own. The stress of living in Nairobi, struggling to make ends meet, and constantly feeling like I was falling short weighed heavily on me. My father, the patriarch of our family, held the key to my future – a share of our ancestral land. But every time I approached him, he was stubborn, insisting that I would only get my share when he deemed it appropriate.

Desperation led me down a dark path. I considered the unthinkable, believing that eliminating my father would be the only way to….CONTINUE READING