A raw and honest short-story about surviving death and decapitation on an overnight journey to Uganda. Santai Kimakeke and I were standing somewhere in the dense Nakuru forests, it was pitch dark and there was no sign of life, anywhere. We hadn't quite made it to the Ugandan border and all we had with us were our backpacks and the obnoxious albino American that hitched himself to this lifeboat, us. Navigating East African infrastructure was an expected challenge, but tonight's test included survival. We knew this was Mungiki territory and our nerves were telling us "stay and be hunted or run and be chased".