Reflections: Busting the prison cells!
If you lived in Kenya and you are the type that clings to your hard-earned cash till death do you part, then you must have been a guest of any of their prison cells at one time. I was not that mean but I was entertained to their ‘hospitality’ severally. You could never escape the ubiquitous Kenyan cop, unless yours was not a ‘mkono birika’ (Kiswahili for ‘the hand of a kettle’).