Onjalazbroz- Testing the Foundation of Knowledge

Ngala watched the rooster in the dusty courtyard, its spurs slashing at the tied opponent with mechanical brutality. "Animals are worse than humans," Owalo had once said. "When their enemies weaken, they finish them. But we—we show mercy." Ngala spat. Mercy? What mercy existed in a city where men rolled up bus windows to avoid speaking to beggars? Where looters pried grain from overturned trucks while the dying gasped beneath sacks of maize? He adjusted his collar against Nairobi’s acidic smog and waited at KenCom, observing the human swarm. KBS buses belched exhaust as commuters elbowed for space—sixty percent of the nation’s wealth, crammed into ten percent of its land. A woman recoiled near Bus 17; some bastard had shut the window in her face mid-sentence. Ngala’s fingers twitched. We’ve perfected cruelty animals can’t fathom. Obonyo arrived like a relic from a kinder past—same easy grin, now framed by a corporate beard. They embraced, the kind of hug that moment...