Precious had learnt to play on Peter's guitar and it was clear to him early on, that she was a natural. He owned a second-hand acoustic guitar that he had bought through classified ads from a newspaper while still in Nairobi more than ten years before. He got it for about a hundred dollars, which was a lot of money for him at the time, but he never regretted it. Precious, for one, was very happy he had spent that money. She had insisted he teach her how to play and he was more than happy to do it. Those lessons were among his happiest moments. It was their thing, their sacred father-daughter moments. His guitar, however, was too big for her and he would cringe when she carried it around the house occasionally banging it against the walls and doors as she moved along. She needed her own mi
