“Shule Ilificha Kifo Cha Mwana Wangu” But Within One Month, The Principal and Everyone Involved Started Getting Strange Illnesses and Losing Their Minds
I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The sun was harsh, the kind that makes everything in the compound look sharper than usual. I had gone to pick my daughter from school, expecting her usual laugh and chatter, but instead I was greeted by a silence that immediately set my heart racing.
Teachers avoided my eyes. The principal’s face was pale, strained, and oddly stiff. Something wasn’t right.
It wasn’t long before I found out. My daughter had passed away during class hours.
The reasons were unclear, but what struck me most was what happened next. The school didn’t call me immediately. They didn’t take responsibility. They tried to cover it up. They assured me she had been sent home “safely,” and that everything was under control.
My heart sank. I could feel anger and fear rising at the same time. My little girl deserved better than lies. I knew I had to act, but I also knew I couldn’t approach this blindly.
