It began like any other school day. Sharon Winni swung her school bag on her shoulders, bid her grandmother goodbye, and made for the train. The train’s schedule had become erratic of late, and with every new day, there seemed to additional passengers jostling for space at the Ruiru station. Sharon was bubbly as usual. She was disembarking at the next station, a haphazardly-structured place called “KM”. It is an artery into Kenyatta University Primary School on the Northern-most part…