I was a kid. And every morning Mbotela would sit outside his house to tell us stories.
He wasn't there that day.
I saw my first gun. And of course they were very very very tall black men.
Later we went to Ngara and the shops were all open... Meaning ...My friends took a bike I took the chess board.
Later at night I saw death.
Death.
A lorry full of KAF would be driven on to our road. 3/4 of the lorry would be told to shuka chini!!!!
They would be shot hapo tu kwa barabara. The other 1/4 would be told...Rudisheni hawa kwa gari.
And that is how I spent the night of 1st August to 3rd August....I saw people being shot.
Alafu years later, I hear about Itumbilets and Alailets.
Thieves are not good people. Tumeelewana?