The town

Town

I felt so bad.

The men reading this would understand.

At 4PM, late in the afternoon, Shiro received a call from

Sergent Monica, the officer who was handling our kidnap

case. We were needed to get to central police station as soon

as possible as there were some developments on the case. As

you could guess it, we got an Uber within minutes and off we

were to the station. In that little Uber car, I had a personal talk

with my God. I asked him to bring Ryan back, safe and sound.

I reaffirmed my commitment to his ministry and asked him not

to let my family down. Lastly, I asked that may his Godly will

be done today, and always.

We got to Central Police station.

Sergeant Monica met us at the packing lot. She was wearing

an empty face. Her entire Visage was full of regret. A keen

person would quickly note that the good officer had been

crying prior to our arrival. My wife Shiro threw herself at her

feet and tearfully inquired if Ryan had been found.

Sergent Monica dropped the bombshell.

My wife and I were needed to speedly rush to Kenyatta

hospital and identify the body of a two year old boy who had

been found dumped in Nairobi river earlier in the afternoon.

The description of the deaseased kid perfectly matched those

of Ryan. My child.

Upon getting this information, my wife Shiro lost it. She wailed

her heart out and refused to believe what she was hearing. It

took us another 30 minutes to calm her down and get her to

accept to go to Kenyatta hospital and identify the body. To be

honest, these were my toughest moments as a man. For a

moment, I questioned my entire existence. I felt betrayed by

destiny.

5:40 PM