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  He had walked into my office, having been referred to me by a fellow counsellor who thought it could be easy for me to relate to him, seeing that we were almost of equal age. The Client had called earlier and fixed an appointment. He had arrived ten minutes to the appointment time, which sends two special messages to any counsellor. One, it could be a case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) or some call it a case of anal retention. Secondly, it could be a case of a person who is emotionally hurting and is keen to share the load and get some relief, somewhat. Or maybe, I was overthinking, it could just be the case of someone who is keen on keeping time- a not so common Kenyan attribute. As he walked in, I noticed that he was dressed to the sixes, with a well-knotted tie and well-polished shoes. His handshake was strong and he met my eyes directly, clearly a very confident man at the top of his profession, whatever it wa...

It had been too good to last; We (I and 5 others) had been diligently performing our close protection duties to our principal.  until early in October when we got the short, succinct directive that we had been redeployed from the very important Persons (VIP) Protection wing to the less savoury general duties section (GD). GD for police work is a calling without a job description; everything goes almost like that of a domestic house worker…but then I’m digressing. The redeployment signal also indicated that I was to report to my new workstation which was at Kondele Police Station in the politically restive city of Kisumu. For some violent reason, Kondele has been nicknamed “Republic”; It is a tough neighborhood and the youth there are said to be extra tough. Their muscles have muscles. It was too good to last; but then it had been a good break. After having been headhunted from GD duties, spruced up, retrained and finally deployed as a bodyguard for the top principal. The fac...