When I first heard of Hon. Otiende Amollo’s recent collapse, I was instantly gutted. And confused. And on Ralphe Bunche Road, trying to figure out what turn I was actually meant to take.
Otiende and I had had a beautiful lunch only a few days prior, and an even more beautiful conversation during that afternoon. And then this? A collapse? What did a “collapse,” mean? What did that really mean? How did it happen? Was he okay? Would he be okay?
And then there were more questions, I had Otiende’s story in my hands; what did this mean for his story? How would I tell it? Should I change anything?