Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I think they want me Dead, like Tupac Dead.

Maina Jenga call me the Prince.
Sunday:
It is election year again, and I know I am top shilling now. No wait; I mean top dollar now. Suck them as much as I can cause after the results are out; poof goes the lime light. Now how do I make myself relevant? I gotta catch their attention somehow. Druts! I can not think of anything smart enough. Oh well then I may as well go on doing my bishop thing I am sure something will come up.

Got my Sermon ready just call the driver and off to church we go. Got youth to preach to this morning. Good thing there isn't that much traffic today. Got to church in time and the boys are very jolly today that is good. This is definately a good sign, thank you Lord. I will join in Praise as I mentally go through my sermon. Trick is tokeep their attention on you at all times. Yeah that is it.

Okay praise is over time to hit the Mic, it is rock and roll baby the prince is in his Zone. Before I start let me scour the church for all of my close lieutenants and any sign of new comers. Lieutenants check, new guys uhhh none, okay no one. . . . ah wait. There is a new face right at the back close to the entrance. Let me call him forward.  "Naona tuna mgeni leo, hebu tumukari . . .", say what? Did I hear someone shout cop. Lord my past is haunting me making me here thi. . . Oh damn! He really is a cop and some of the boys recognise him. This aint going to end well. Crap they are comig down on him, now that is how you beat a police man. As much as I hate them I am sure this will get to the media and it will not stand well with the new image I am trying to project of myself. Dear me! there are others, something does not add up here. Let them get beat up just a little bit more, somebody ought to show them not to bring guns to my church. I saw some guys take their guns, crazy lot I lead here. Oh well they had it coming.

Monday:
Haw! Drama galore in church Yesterday. I liked it. Problem is that the cops are all over my back now. Let me call Muite I will need a good Lawyer now. I bet those cops at the church were up to no good. Maybe the big guy wants me dead, maybe not. I am sure Muite will find some way of spinning this whole saga to my advantage, told you something will come up. Now let me head to Kasarani police station make sure it goes on for long. I here the cops want me on some lame robbery with violence charge. Wow they sure did choose this one well; someone is planning to put me away for long. How sorry I am for them cause that will never happen, I did not do anything wrong. This must be because of that Limuru B 2 saga.
I see they have painted this place this days, not bad. Huh some of my followers milling around the station. That is reassuaring. Look at the welcoming party more officers, the media and my old buddy a good day getting better. Thank God my lawyer is here. Let us go direct to the OCS's office and record my statement behind closed doors, these media people can not be trusted not to report out of context. This guy has such a nice office even by top cop standards. That is none of my business anyway let me just sit here silently and let Muite do the talking.
This feels all too familiar.

Jesus! I have just been snowballed. What in hell just happened here? They are arresting us? Why I am not surprised, sure this comes from higher and definately someone wants me out of the picture this time round. Thank God for the media prescense here. Things could be much worse. I know robbery with violence will never stick they just have to find another excuse. I wonder where they are taking us now. Gosh I hope Muite is on top of this thing, he is a damn good lawyer and an even better rights activist. wherever they are taking me I hope I make bail. Aluta continua!



No comments:

Post a Comment