The police turned against me for reporting an incident

It was one of the most disappointing and scary nights of my life in the name of reporting an incident to the police. It was at 10:30 pm on a weekday, I was sitting in the living room watching television at the comfort of my home after a long day of work. Suddenly I heard men shouting, I reduced the volume of the telly in order to pay more attention to the words that echoed in the quire of the night. "Mwizi, Mwizi".

Out of curiosity I pipped through the window, sadly I couldn't see a thing but still could here men's voices at a distance. I then chose to walk out of the house slowly and very carefully with some little anxiety of getting to know what was happening. I carefully traced the direction of the noise that now turned to be a commotion of some sought.

 From a distance, though struggling to get a clear view, I was able to see a mob of about 7 people, among them the alleged thief on the ground receiving terrible beating and all kinds of insults hurled against him, however how hard he tried to justify himself, it appeared that no one was ready to give him an ear.

 I gathered courage knowing very well that in the urban center never try to advocate for an alleged thief whether it is evident or not.

I humbly approached one of the maasai guards who I knew since I have been giving him tips most nights. By then he was not very sober, I could clearly smell alcohol yet I was standing a few centimeters away from him. He told me that he had spotted the guy trying to steal a water meter and he carefully monitored his crafty movements, he then summoned his fellow guard and trapped the "thief". Yes, there was the proof of a water meter on the ground just next to the mob. I suggested that they report the thief to the police since there was enough evidence, but he ought not to and deal with it himself. As soon as he said that he turned to the "robber" and gave him a few beating.

Seeing that this friend of mine was not ready to negotiate, I quickly set off to look for a police patrol car. Fortunately I found one packed at the shopping center next to the famous and busy kutwa club. It was a pick up for that matter but with the hind well sheltered.

Gasping for breath I told one of the two police officers, all that I had seen and I would like them to intervene. This was the response, "Ulikua na yeye sasa umemtoroka unakuja kumshatki, unataka tukushike? ende nyumbani ukalale kama unataka amani, Wachana na huyo jamaa wako, tutakuja kuchukua maiti asubuhi." To mean "Leave that man alone, you were with him, abandoned him, now you are coming to report, you want us to arrest you? Go home and sleep if you want peace, we will come tomorrow and collect his dead body." I was shocked at the response I got from the police and took off. They continued with their relaxation just as I earlier found them, I was very disappointed.

It was one of the most disappointing and scary nights of my life in the name of reporting an incident to the police. It was at 10:30 pm on a weekday, I was sitting in the living room watching television at the comfort of my home after a long day of work. Suddenly I heard men shouting, I reduced the volume of the telly in order to pay more attention to the words that echoed in the quire of the night. "Mwizi, Mwizi".

Out of curiosity I pipped through the window, sadly I couldn't see a thing but still could here men's voices at a distance. I then chose to walk out of the house slowly and very carefully with some little anxiety of getting to know what was happening. I carefully traced the direction of the noise that now turned to be a commotion of some sought.

 From a distance, though struggling to get a clear view, I was able to see a mob of about 7 people, among them the alleged thief on the ground receiving terrible beating and all kinds of insults hurled against him, however how hard he tried to justify himself, it appeared that no one was ready to give him an ear.

 I gathered courage knowing very well that in the urban center never try to advocate for an alleged thief whether it is evident or not.

I humbly approached one of the maasai guards who I knew since I have been giving him tips most nights. By then he was not very sober, I could clearly smell alcohol yet I was standing a few centimeters away from him. He told me that he had spotted the guy trying to steal a water meter and he carefully monitored his crafty movements, he then summoned his fellow guard and trapped the "thief". Yes, there was the proof of a water meter on the ground just next to the mob. I suggested that they report the thief to the police since there was enough evidence, but he ought not to and deal with it himself. As soon as he said that he turned to the "robber" and gave him a few beating.

Seeing that this friend of mine was not ready to negotiate, I quickly set off to look for a police patrol car. Fortunately I found one packed at the shopping center next to the famous and busy kutwa club. It was a pick up for that matter but with the hind well sheltered.

Gasping for breath I told one of the two police officers, all that I had seen and I would like them to intervene. This was the response, "Ulikua na yeye sasa umemtoroka unakuja kumshatki, unataka tukushike? ende nyumbani ukalale kama unataka amani, Wachana na huyo jamaa wako, tutakuja kuchukua maiti asubuhi." To mean "Leave that man alone, you were with him, abandoned him, now you are coming to report, you want us to arrest you? Go home and sleep if you want peace, we will come tomorrow and collect his dead body." I was shocked at the response I got from the police and took off. They continued with their relaxation just as I earlier found them, I was very disappointed.