"Life is an endless struggle."
Fanon
-Wewe kisu, mimi nyama (you are the meat knife and I)- said frustrated as I kept stopping.
It was the first time I was in such a situation, but now would be the thing painted: a cop stopped me in the middle Chaka Road, up to the famous shopping center "Yaya Center". I was going to Coptic Hospital, where he entered one of the children at the orphanage while enjoying good music, the bustle typical of the area and the cold air of the dry season, the "kipupwe". In short: enjoying the calm that Kenya just always rushing and crashing into some uncomfortable setback.
And, again, The setback was wearing a police uniform worn, ugly and loose. He informed me that he had offended the law, but failed to name infringement, so he changed his speech and upheld in the "I'm protecting, pay me for my service ". In the last year I spent more than 700 euros in such things, which of course denounce "anti-corruption" and that, course, never solved. This time, shift the bastard asked me 15.000 ksh (150 EUR).
Once more, The setback was wearing a police uniform worn, ugly and loose. This time, the bastard asked me 15.000 ksh (150 EUR)
She was tired, was in a hurry, and first acted in anger. Rabies is a symptom, always, that have hurt our sense of justice, says Hannah Arendt, but is extremely stupid of me to continue to maintain some kind of "sense of justice" in a country like Kenya, in which the police state governed by laws based on violence and terror. I refused to pay and accused him of corruption. That was my crime.
-Hakuna hata Dalili! (There is no evidence!)- protested.
-Ama sivyo? (Are not you going to admit?)- angry answered.
-Nakwenda (me voy)- I turned on the car.
-Sikuachi! (I will not let you go!)- cried. Great. I stopped the car.
-Nifanyeni? (What do I have to do?)- asked resignedly.
She climbed into the car, decided it was too early to listen to Nirvana, and led me to the police station.
Kilimani police station is a dirty and dusty. The police, fat and ugly for the most, I would look on the face of mockery
The Kilimani police station 're a dirty place and lleno dust. The police, fat and ugly for the most, I would look on the face of mockery. I Dejean fall on a sofa gnawed. Of them the agents referred to in terms mí muy poco elegant, but dejaron of hacerlo in quantum him detenido I had read reports that yo understand swahili. I looked. Puse face of boredom. He emphasized the importance of the face of boredom cuando una you face the situation like this; No to Darla him pleasure that you vean scared the poor. It s frustrating boredom. No nothing more annoying than receiving it from boredom one person you're looking for the master.
Cuando decided to live in Kenya, knew it I atenía, knew I would live outside the comfort zone, assumed to live in a constant state of imminent. But when you get used to forget, and just remember every time you require to maintain any sense of justice in reserve.
Just when I called the judge, the policeman who had arrested me came up to me. I again proposed an arrangement in black
From the station I was taken to the Court: a great place on the outside and cold inside. I drove through the halls and left me waiting for several hours until the judge called me. Just at that moment, the policeman who had arrested me came up to me. I again proposed an arrangement in black. I was stupid and thought that the trial would listen and could denounce such unpresentable. Not so. I was sentenced to two months imprisonment or to pay 200 EUR. They took me to a room full of detainees, Most drivers matatu (the dangerous and fascinating public transport in Kenya) with tattoos Talegueros. That made interesting friends. Most with a criminal past surtidito the Sea.
I was sentenced to two months imprisonment or to pay 200 euros and took me to a room full of detainees, Most drivers matatu
-Look girl- I explained one of them called Njoroge- next time flees. Run away and call me. Kama umedhikika na neno uniambie. If you have any difficulty call me.
Another one, called Mwangi, I explained that police in Kenya means trouble. I laughed.
-As your matatus- I said- "Matatu matata"- which means in Swahili "matatu problem".
We hit the five before the nasty looking one of the cops.
-Nena- continued- if for example once a robber enters your house, do not call the police, reviéntale the head with something.
I was going to explain how exactly should protect; had looked to be a kind of practical class type "do it yourself", when the police approached us, We separated and ostracized me in a corner. Snorted.
-I want to go to the bathroom- I said.
-Expect to pay your bail- answered.
-I have five hours waiting. I'm going to die.
He looked at me with chronic fatigue ruining their hypocrisy and moody escorted me to the bathroom. When I returned I found that a surgeon's "Coptic Hospital" had paid my bail. 48 hours after being arrested. I took leave of my friends. -Tutaonana (we will see)- I was told. Y yo sonreí.
A surgeon him "Coptic Hospital" had paid my bail. 48 hours after being arrested. I took leave of my friends from arrest
So are Kenya cuando la live more of the life beyond it tourist. In you live in Kenya, is completely devoted, but that you learn a lot desvivir. Y es otra is in all and every cuando uno de los derechos to them that was beyond acostumbrada remained in Spain. Kenya Smells Like Teen Spirit.
