The morning after Victor Mwangi's unexpected phone call, Amani arrived at Bamburi FC's training ground with his mind still churning over the implications of the powerful businessman's outreach.
The familiar sights and sounds of football, the satisfying thud of boots striking balls, the calls of players to one another, and the scent of freshly cut grass provided a welcome break from the increasingly complex battle for his family's land.
Here, at least, he knew exactly who he was and what was expected of him.
Coach Juma greeted him with a firm handshake and a searching look. "You seem preoccupied, Amani. Everything alright with the land matters?"
"Progress is being made," Amani replied carefully, not wanting to burden the coach with the full complexity of the situation. "We've paid all the tax arrears and are working on transferring the title to my mother's name."
