"Blood Over Gold”

Let me tell you a story about family… and how money can turn love into a battlefield.

There was a man named Mwangi. Middle-aged, proud, and stubborn. He had three sons — Juma, Peter, and Alex — each very different, but all believing they deserved what he had built.

Mwangi had spent decades working a small shipping company, expanding it into a regional business. He was respected in the city, feared in business, loved by his family. Or at least… he thought he was loved.

One day, the man called his sons into his study. The room smelled of polished wood and old leather. The kind of smell that reminds you of long years of work and quiet authority.

“My sons,” he said, voice calm but firm, “I am old now. And soon, I will not be here. I have decided to leave the company to one of you.”

The sons looked at each other. Shock, confusion… but mostly greed.

“How will we know who?” Alex asked, the youngest, nervously tapping his fingers.

Mwangi...