Previously I woke up with a start, due to the disturbance at the door. It took time to register. The warmth from the ‘lump’, I had for dinner, had worked its magic and I got warmer and registered some sleep. Someone was at the door, or two maybe. […]
The Con Artist Fallacy.
Mr Onkwani alleged that I had tried to steal his vehicle – (Breakfast in Jail). I could not even believe him and what I was hearing. He asked again, who I was and I told him yet again. ‘What was wrong in doing three things at ago?’ ‘What if I […]
Breakfast in Jail.
Previously Most of my cell mates were up already and talking in hoarse voices. This was probably because of the cold cell. I was in a worse situation and I was scared I would get some bad respiratory infection courtesy of this cold. For hours with a shirt only, I was on that cold and […]
Ten Men & a Cold Police Cell.
Previously Onkwani could not just stop. “Ebu toa hizo documents uwaonyeshe!” You would think the buffoon was the OCS! “By the way, Kijana ebu toa kila kitu, wewe ata tunafaa kuwa tukiongea ukiwa pande ile ingine.” (Referring to the side where suspects were locked up) “Mnajiona wajaja sana siku hizi.” Said one of the […]
Stealing a Car in Nairobi.
Previously Another call comes through, Mr. Onkwani again. I wondered what would be bothering him now. “Hello” “Maina, fanya hivi, rudi tukutane hapa Galleria, nimekumbuka kuna kitu gari haikuwa imecheckiwa na sio vizuri uende na gari ikusumbue.” “Kuja tuangalie” “Sawa, wacha nigeuke.” I figured whatever was in store at Rongai would wait. In fact, […]