They are everywhere – saints and sinners, angels and
demons! I am no exception.
Pawns – that’s what they are. All of us are!
The story of my life is just like any other – ups and
downs, tears of joy and sorrow, and all that what humans face.
When I was saved from juvenile delinquency and jaws of
death by a man of cloth some thirty years ago I did not know that I was being
prepared for something else worse.
I was orphaned at ten – dad was in the army and was
arrested after the 1982 failed coup (I have never known what the hell happened
to him – whether he serves life or was put on death I don’t know). Mom had an ‘accident’
and her body has never been found. I don’t know where my six-year-old sister
went.
I took to the streets then when John Kiriamiti was the
celeb in the ‘hood and tried to copycat his MO.
Then this initiative was started by the Catholic
Church to rehabilitate us, we of the streets. That’s when the saviour came, Father
Kizito, an Italian missionary priest from Ngong, who hustled us off the
crime-laden-streets!
At the new home we were fed, schooled and converted
(in all senses of the word) – some of us became nuns and priests; others opted
for the much travelled road and today are ice-eating cabinet ministers and
permanent secretaries – thanks to the church for saving us from misery!
Some of us were turned saints and canonised by Pope
John Paul II while others, like me, were turned monsters (and welcomed home by
the devil).
I did not do my pastoral year at the parish like other
deacons – I was taken to some rendition training camp off Baden-Württemberg Black Forest in Germany where I met the
other chosen few.
That’s when all this started – the beginning of the
end.
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