I knew a guy, he was a taxi driver in my neighborhood. One day he was hired by some guys who later carjacked him, locked him up in the boot, stole his phone and used his car to jail-break some criminals from a G.K prison nearby.
He later followed up in an attempt to recover his phone which was found to be in use in the coastal city of Msa. The lady found by cops in possession of the phone identified those who sold it to her who happened to be one of the gang members who had participated in the prison break.
Fellow took the cops to where the rest of the thug-colleagues were, they were arrested but as fate would have it, one allegedly 'escaped'. The arrested fellows were taken to court with the taxi driver as the main prosecution witness.
As the case dragged on in court (deliberately??), the thug who escaped began threatening the taxi driver with dire consequences if he continued on as a prosecution witness. These threats were duly reported to the judge who then ordered the OCS to provide him with security. The OCS, as expected, dragged his feet claiming these thugs were in no position to hurt our taxi driver since they were in prison anyway (and conveniently forgetting of the escapee who most probably had other accomplices).
And so it was that on one fateful day, around 11a.m. on Mashujaa Day as I recall it, as our taxi guy was at the garage having his vehicle serviced, another vehicle pulled up at the garage gate and someone he didn't recognized beckoned him to approach. As he didn't know them, he hesitated a little bit and in the split second it takes to say ng'we, three bullets were pumped into his chest and he died instantly.
The vehicle sped off and they were never caught. Needless to add, the court case, devoid of its stellar witness, crumbled into a messy pile and the fellows were all set free by the court. And that, my dear friends, is how we lost an energetic and hardworking young man whose wife is now a widow and whose child will never know the joy of taking a walk and sharing a joke with his own dad.
Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.