📘 Blood on the Flag
CHAPTER 2:THE MARCH THAT BURNED THE E
 They told us not to come back to the streets.
That our grief was dangerous.That Achieng had been "in the wrong place at the wrong time."
But we knew the truth:The wrong place was anywhere beneath a government that sees our LIVES as disposable.
The wrong time was the moment we dared to speak.
The next morning, we wore black.Some of us didn't even go home that night. We slept on cold concrete with nothing but anger for warmth.Nairobi was a funeral with no priest, no hymns — just the rhythm of protest chants rising from every alley, every shopfront, every school gate.
They said we were "loitering."
No.
We were marching.
For Achieng. For the boy who vanished in Rongai. For the girl who disappeared after asking a question on Twitter.
We varried the flag — not neatly folded like they show on the news, but crumpled, soaked, stained.
AtKawangware roundabout, someone held up a placard that read:
"Justice is not a luxury."
And it wasn't just students now.
Boda boda riders. Aunties in vitenges. Mamas selling smokie mayai. Even little kids with dry lips and wide eyes, chanting names they didn't fully understand.
The sky was grey.
The kind of grey that makes you wonder if even God was watching.
But we marched anyway.
No music.
No speeches.
Just footsteps. Thousands of them, hitting the tarmac like thunder.
That was the day Nairobi choked on its silence.
That was the day our anger became holy.
And that's when I saw it—
The list.Folded inside the pocket of an injured student.
Names.Ages.
And words written in red ink:"They never wanted the world to see this."
 Chapter Ending Note:
Next chapter: "The List They Never Wanted Us to See"
Leave a comment if you'd march beside them.
 What do you think the list contains!?