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.