Kamweri District was a city within a city — a restless beast made of concrete alleys, neon-lit kiosks, and crowded estates stacked like mismatched bricks. It was alive. It breathed. It hungered. And for the last decade, it had bowed to three men.
Musa “Railway” Mula, ruler of the train-yard blocks, feared for his ruthless efficiency.
Kenga “Pastor” Wanyama, king of the hilltop slums, loved for his deceptive generosity.
Brayne “The Prince” Okumu, commander of the uptown estates, respected for his calculated calm.
Three kings.
Three territories.
Three different poisons feeding the same city.
And as the national elections approached, all three were preparing for war — not over land, but influence. Politicians whispered in back rooms that whoever controlled Kamweri could tilt the citywide vote.
None of them knew that the person who would decide their fate was a seventeen-year-old boy with cracked glasses and a secondhand...
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