Andrews first ride

I asked Andrew if he wanted to drive. He didn’t think he would on his first trip across town. We were going to the church. It was a lovely day, and as we headed off I had completely forgotten the rumors of riots and the sounds of gunshots that were heard just hours earlier. Forgotten until we got to town. The remains were there. A pile of ash here, a garbage overturned there. It all seemed pretty calm in the aftermath, though. We would soon find that it was merely the calm before the storm. There were a lot of people at the bus stop…. More than usual. Uh, oh, too late to turn around. I hope those guys…bang! A hand hit the car, soon many more were pounding. A hard hit on the right. Just push through before they destroy the car. I revved the engine and kept moving forward “Keep driving, Cheri” Get out of the way, dude A light bump showed him I was serious. Just keep forward momentum Crash! Glass flew by my head as our back window succumbed to the force of a 10 pound projectile. More banging, but we were finally clear of the crowd. I hit the gas. “I see police coming” The riot was broken up behind us. We were out of there safe, but with a badly dented car.
The rumor is that the riots were in protest to the city bulldozing a row of kiosks (wooden stands where they sell goods) along the road where they were not permitted to build. Really it doesn’t take much to get unrest started in a city full of unemployed 20 some-things. Welcome back to Kisumu, Andrew.

PS: The second time Andrew went to the church with my Dad. The radiator pipe blew up and they waited around for an hour for the mechanic to fix it. Amazingly, he still thinks he will stay.