It's 1235pm on Friday.
I've already gone through two thirds of this Jik bottle, so I can't see very clearly....but sijaona kitu ngori. A few chess pieces, some light, some dark...dancing aimlessly.
Shait man.
This would be difficult to live through or even want to live through even for the most stoic man.
Then also knowing that they died at your hands just makes it darker.
Shait.