It begins with a young nineteen-year-old man named Sammy, drowning last week in the flooded area of Lake Nakuru within sight of our home. As plans were made for his burial, there were already signs of trouble. This young man was a leader of multiple gangs in Nakuru. While meeting with the family to discuss the burial, one of those gangs from our local area (consisting of about thirty young men) showed up in the front of his mother’s house. They began shouting and telling everyone that they would do the funeral and no one had better get in their way. They had already tried to take the body when it was first discovered in the lake, but they were stopped by the police.