Out of sheer stupidity and drunkenness, Liz attempted to run and I, naturally run after her. Woe unto us!
“Shika hao Malaya askari,“ One officer yelled.
The police officers attacked us like hungry hyenas dragging us by our short skirts into the back of the jeep. Here we were hurled with all sorts of nighttime delinquents…thieves, drunkards , loiterers, pr0’st!tut3s etc Liz was trying to explain to the officers how we were innocent and they kept ordering her to keep quiet but she just went on.
After what seemed like a lifetime but was only 2 minutes, we pulled up at Central Police Station. I had heard stories about cops stealing from guys so I quickly tucked away the 1000 bob into my p@nties before getting off.
Liz was slapped really hard severally for talking too much and was now sobbing incessantly as we left our belongings at the front desk. Finally we were locked up. Our cell was completely dark but I could see some girls (pr0’st!tut3s) sleeping on the floor comfortably .Heck! They even had a blanket!
The walls had inscriptions like “Naomi Mwende was here” “M@laya Dora alikuwa hapa” “F*ck gava” “Karao in ubwa(yes ubwa)….Lord ! There were actually people who prided themselves in being locked up; Prison alumni’s .
The door was not locked from outside and a couple of minutes later a short gangster in sagged faded blue jeans, an oversize torn coat , a blueband cap and torn white sport shoes walked in.
“Niaje masiz,” he greeted(insert bonoko accent)
“Poa,” I mumbled switching on my ghetto accent
“Mna ka fegi hivi,” he asked
“Sina . Mi ata sivutangi,” I told him
“Uko sure hapo hakuna ka kitu,”he asked
I nodded. To my surprise the small bastard began to touch me. Three other guys had just walked in. Liz had fallen asleep on the floor and I was now terrified.
“Unanishika nini…si nimesema sina. Kama ningekuwa nayo ningekupa,”I said to the bastard trying to sound brave
“Hii si ni noti,” he said tracing the money on my panties
“Acha nikutolee basi”I said in anger when I noticed he was actually going to get under my skirt and take it.
“Jalibu kupiga ndulu uwone si tutakulape hapa. Na usifikilie kalao atakuhelp,” one of the other guys said
I was ready to give up the money…it didn’t matter anymore. Monday morning, three days later, we were arraigned in court. Apparently they can’t get you out on Saturday’s. We paid the bail with our salaries and learnt a huge lesson. If you don’t have money, Nairobi ladies. Go home and sleep. It is much much better than three nights in a cell or worse.
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