About a year later, the family sat on a mat to drink tea without sugar for the first time. Not at a dining table, but on the floor. The mother insisted they drink it that way and get used to it.
A younger brother began crying for the father. Then the mother, a widow with 6 children at 30, broke down in tears and asked God to take them all. That night, something changed.
At 14, Patrick Bitature boarded an Akamba bus to Nairobi to look for sugar. Crossing borders in those days was frightening, and communication was limited. No one expected a schoolboy to be carrying 15 kilograms of sugar in a suitcase.
The next day the suitcase came home full of sugar. Half of it was sold to neighbours for 4 times what it had cost. Then it was back onto the bus to buy more.
That was the beginning of an entrepreneurial journey. That was the night a boy stopped being a boy.