10/06/2025
Hello Mr principal
I hope this letter finds you well, though I doubt it will.
See I was supposed to report back today, with chalk dust on my cuffs and a smile on my face.
But I won't be coming.
Not because I'm sick.
Not because I quit.
But because I died,
In the hands of those who swore to protect me.
I went home to Homabay
Just to greet my mother, feel the village breeze and remember who I was before lesson plans and school bells.
But they came for me.
Not thieves
Not bandits
But men with badges.
They said, "come with us, just a small matter to discuss".
But their vehicle roared like war
Their mission had no mercy
They didn't come to ask
They came to silence.
They say I hiyo the wall
They say I confessed with my skull
But you and I know walls don't kill unless hands help them.
I died in a cell, Mr principal.
And not even a whiteboard was left to tell my side of the story.
My only weapon?
A keyboard
My only sin?
Telling the truth in a country that fears it.
So tell the students not to wait for me.
Tell them that Mr Albert Ojwang' won't be back
Not because he failed them.
But because this country failed him.
From now on, I'll be marking papers in silence
Six feet under
While justice plays hide and seek above the ground...