Amos Sitswila Wako — sitswila translates to the one who squeals in the AG’s native tongue — was not amused and he came out of his corner fighting, guns blazing.

His wrath was directed at the United States of America, which not only revoked his visa — as if he were a miserable little Mexican immigrant dying for a dishwasher’s job in the land of promise — but recklessly and needlessly defamed him, too.

They called Sitswila corrupt, a non-reformist and just stopped short of labelling him a thief. Sitswila, a pious and spiritual man, was hurt. He will take the war to the Americans omundu khu mundu or man to man. He will sue their backsides off.

And judging by the choice zingers that the brilliant lawyer fired at Ambassador Michael Ranneberger and the Americans in general at a press conference, Cousin Barry might have a deadly war on his hands on top of his tribulations in Afghanistan and Iraq.

But if Sitswila was squealing, the people associated with Justice Waki’s infamous list were conspicuous by their loud silence.

For the past two years, they have been baying at the top of their voices from every funeral they could commandeer, from every maize granary that they could mound.

They ranted and frothed to the extent that one imagined they mumbled Luis Moreno-Ocampo’s name in their sleep. Suddenly, the man was here in person — on a mission that had little to do with sampling the country’s majestic wildlife. And the noisemakers went deathly quiet. Not a squeal.

Well, the squeals should come later. Ocampo, after all, is still embroiled in the delicate process of gathering evidence, a lawyers’ euphemism for figuring out the most painful part of a criminal’s lower anatomy to squeeze tight with pliers.

And now it turns out that some people have, to borrow American slang, bumped off Mungiki sect spokesman David Gitau Njuguna. In a macabre twist of poetic justice, Njuguna died by the sword, cowering in a little shop in one of the seedier parts of town.

So who killed him? Certainly not Mungiki. They all got ‘saved’ a fortnight ago. It couldn’t have been the police, either. Look, you just can’t keep blaming cops and the Mungiki for everything.

Could it have been vigilantes who did him in? Hardly. Villagers prefer to murder Mungiki adherents at a place they call The Hague — not the one associated with Ocampo, of course. Plus they use crude weapons, not guns. In any case, Njuguna was no longer a member of the sect as everyone knows.

Anyway, it promises to be a chilling week for (disbanded) Mungiki leader, Bro Maina Njenga. But life being what it is, lawyers holding brief for Amos Wako and the warlords whose scalps Ocampo is after will be laughing all the way to the bank.