There are a lot of bad police officers in Kenya today, but there are a whole lot of good ones too.
Growing up, I was always intimidated by the mere sight of the boys in blue. I had been socialised into believing that they were agents of torture driven by their greed for ‘kitu kidogo’ (bribes). I would avoid eye contact and hasten my footsteps for fear of being arbitrarily rounded up and bundled into their vehicle for no other reason than daring to be on the same street that they were patrolling.