I usually do wonder how comes Santa never visits my place; despite me sending all those letters to him since twenty years ago. Now I work as a child's support person. I have become rich but my only dream, wish and desires is to one day receive a gift from Santa. Living in Africa where it never snow's might be the main reason why he never comes so I became the children's Santa. When Holliday's cames I visit many places delivering gifts ,only that this year was to be a bit more than others. It's the year I got the present I needed the most .


Signs did show themselves it was going to be different .But my stubborn self (that made me be rich yet single) could not agree with it .It was just going to be the same as the others. We parked all the best we could get and beggan our journey. Not knowing misfortune was ringing the doorbell. My company vice-president wanted to sell the Christmas gift that was a ritual for more profits despite the company being a multi-billion profit company. Sometimes giving back to the society what it gave to you is the best reccunation of life; not letting our inner demons kill the hyenas in us with greed.


The journey beggan from Nairobi giving them those at disadvantage food ,warm clothes and blankets, toys and hope for a better tommorow. After their
the teams spilt into three main groups that would latter split. Mine took the Nakuru road via Nyahururu. I loved seeing the water falls there and each time I would pay for five hundred people to get to see that enjoyable veiw of the Thompson's falls (Called Nyahe falls by locals or falls) . We would then climb down and take some pictures of those precious memories and veiw. Then give out the presents to families and later take the road to veiw point ( in Subbukia) where we would see how the rift valley was and not in books .


As we were moving from Subbukia past laikipia University our vehicle had an explosion.My version began to be blunt. I looked at my hand and saw blood, tones of it ozzing down to the...