At Shauri Moyo’s Young Men’s Christian Association hall, Lilian Achieng’s cry for justice reverberated across the hollow auditorium arresting the attention of all and sundry.
Delirious and sorely hurting, she hurled out her grief in staccato sentences that aroused more heat than light in the hall. Years later, the grief of losing her 16-year-old son to a ruthless cop knows no composure, is boundless and is piercing.... inachoma! (hurts)