Keroka
By the time I was born, we’d already moved to Keroka . Not the Kisii Keroka —this one’s in Kasarani. The people here? They’re mostly from Gusii land. Rumor has it they were chased from their homeland because of witchcraft. Yes, real solid witchcraft. I was once told that they could even give somebody cancer. Witch hunts have been featured before on Citizen, but you never know if it’s true until it happens to you. Of course, they’ll deny it. If you ask them, they’ll say everyone else followed them here willingly. But who knows? Maybe the folks in Minnesota will second this and admit they just like to migrate together. Walking through Keroka, it feels like you are in upcountry. Sagaa sprawls across shambas. Indigenous vegetables, planted in neat rows, thrive in every corner. Farming isn’t a choice here; it’s a curse. It doesn’t matter if someone’s a doctor, a teacher, or a lawyer. When work ends, they trade their suits for gumboots. a Crown Paints bucket slung over their shoulders. Off ...