My date with the rot in Kenya police service

NAIROBI: I have lived in this bubble where burglaries, muggings and such lowly crimes befall “others” and not me. I have never really encountered thugs, and only visited courtrooms in my capacity as a journalist, to see exactly what one looks like, and try to understand their psychotic instincts.

Well, my peaceful, guileless existence was shattered a few days after Easter, in my upcountry home when I woke up to an empty house cleared of all we valued. They had ingeniously unlocked the gate and broken our doors without making a sound. Immediately the woman of the house went down on her knees thanking Jehovah that the thugs saw it fit to take only our material possessions and the devil did not lead them into our bedrooms to slaughter us – our lives were intact.