On June 25th, Kenya watched its bravest fall. Young, unarmed, and full of dreams, they stood at the frontlines demanding a better tomorrow. In the face of injustice, they marched—not for fame, not for power, but for a future they could believe in. They held nothing but placards and hope. For their voices, for daring to speak, they were silenced by bullets.

Their blood waters the soil of a freer Kenya. Their voices echoed through tear gas, their names now etched in the conscience of a nation. Their sacrifice is a solemn call: we must not look away.

They were students, artists, daughters, sons—lives just beginning. Now, they are names we must never forget. Kenya must never forget the price the youth paid for truth.