The wail of a newborn pierced through the haze of tear gas in Eldoret. Somewhere in Kisumu, a premature infant gasped her first breath under the cracked ceiling of an overrun maternity ward. In Naivasha, a mother screamed—not from labor—but from watching her husband fall beneath the weight of a panga as he tried to shield their neighbor’s kiosk from flames. These were not ordinary children. They were born into the residue of betrayal—into a country where ballots had turned into bullets, and democracy had crumbled beneath tribal feet. […additional chapter content here — paste the rest of your chapter text or load from server…]