Criminal enterprises thriving behind dirty prison walls

 

He looked around and to his utter shock, the owners the luggage were nowhere to be seen. It turned out that he was carrying a stolen car engine. Needless to say, he was arrested and thus started his journey to prison.

Three weeks ago, I was watching the sun go down from the terrace of a small hotel in Embu. You know, one of those joints where, if your half-cleared tea is getting cold,  a benevolent waiter might just amble over and refill it — at no cost — to make it hot.