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It took Andrew several hours to walk from the hospital where he works to get to the Kisumu airport. He was literally fleeing Nyanza province. He heard that things were going to be bad later that day and that as a half-American and half kikuyo the last place he should remain should be on the edge of Lake Victoria. He meandered swiftly but cautiously on foot through the edges of what use to be the third largest city in Kenya. He made it to the airport that really was more of an airstrip than airport, and was able to negotiate a seat out of the mess that was Kisumu.

 

Juliet doesn’t know what to do. She’s finishing medical school this year and needs to spend next year doing an internship in order to complete her training so as to be able to practice as a physician. But she’s half Luo and half kikoyo. So she can’t go west and she can’t go south. No one goes north and east just isn’t an option. So what is she suppose to do?

 

Patrick is neither of the major ethnic groups currently trying to see who can cause the most damage with a machete and ethnic stereotypes. He isn’t even Christian. His mother is from Uganda, his father is a Muslim from the coast and he works as a general office assistant for a medical program. Patrick lived in a family member’s shack in Kibera that was burnt down last week. They weren’t targeting him, he just so happened to be residing in a block of home close to where people who were being targeted were living. 

 

Beryl, because she’s a pretty savvy 27 year old, got out of Kisumu too. She went by road just before the roads closed. 

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