The other day I
was arrested by traffic police officers who set up shop at hospital road
intersection for “obstruction”.
They jumped into
my car and instructed me to drive to Nairobi area station despite pleading with
them to “eat” a punch since it was morning.
Kufika they told
me not to enter but kuna njia inaingia hapo car wash where I parked wakasema
they need 10k or they book me for “chochote watafikiria”.
I didn’t have any
cash so I called a few friends and managed to raise 3k. They told me to go and
withdraw at the canteen since they don’t do M-Pesa.
On coming back I
called the officer who had snatched my car keys. He had on the big reflective
jackets so when he entered the car I noticed something slip from the side
pocket into the space between the seats but didn’t want to look not to alert
After grabbing the
money from my hands he alighted giving me stern warnings “hii Nairobi si ya
I drove out of
there like a bat from hell nikaenda kusimamia City Mortuary Roundabout.
Kuangalia ile kitu
it was a thick envelope inside was Kenyan currency in various denominations. I
went to a cafe in Adam’s, ordered a coffee and started to count my money.
It was 63k! I
drove to The Junction, did some shopping for my family and gave myself a
two-day vacation. Thank you lady Karma, I Know you’re a bitch, but thank you!”