Many years ago, I was a wanted man after I ruffled the muscles of the mafia — the Ngong Road Mafia — by writing the truth.
I was always looking over my shoulder for any suspicious-looking burly man and to make matters worse, there was a lawsuit hanging over my head. My tormentors were Kenya Rugby Union officials, and their lawyers had not only threatened me with a lawsuit, but the union officials had written a long letter to my editors to “set the record straight” yet they did not even know my gender and were referring to me as “she.”