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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