Sunday, March 11, 2012


Yesterday I was at the Carnivore in Nairobi’s Lang’ata sipping on the most expensive liquor they could offer replaying the week in my head.

I was introduced to the Carnivore by one Captain Father Kamau who is a military chaplain at 7KR (Seven Battalion the Kenya Rifles); a Kenya Defence Forces infantry unit (maybe it was because of proximity he found it worth to squander the offertory there).

I flew from Mombasa on Tuesday to attend the hearing of my case at the High Court of Kenya (I am out on bail). I am a suspect in the murder case of the slain bishop of Isiolo, Rt. Rev Bishop Luigi Locati who was killed in 2005.

This case has dragged on and on and the truth seems to be elusive.


So, Wednesday found me on the dock. The prosecution produced the umpteenth witness but yet they ain’t close to the truth – such things happen. There are so many unsolved murders in this country; for instance, the political assassination of Tom Mboya; the murder of Julie Ward, a British tourist, in the Masai Mara game reserve in 1988; Fr. John Anthony Kaiser in 2000, and this one among many others.

I, a priest in the priestly order of Melchizedek, am a suspect. Abomination o!

So, the trial, plus Shiri being away, has weighed heavily on me.

Under normal circumstances I would have called some other chick to keep me company (as I squander the offertory), but guess I ain’t in mood.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking right now, but before you start judging hear my story first.


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