The village chief had summoned me. Though last in the government pecking order, the village chief holds an important position in the location where he has his jurisdiction. I paid a visit to the chief on a Monday afternoon. My mistake, Monday afternoons are reserved for the weekly village Baraza. The Baraza are gatherings of the villagers where the chief passes on the government policies and leads a discussion on the various developmental agendas affecting the location. It is also the time when the chief together with his advisors dispute and possible settle some knotty village affair which does not warrant official government involvement. The Baraza was in progress when I drove in to the chief’s camp. My attempt to drive off and not to be a bother was thwarted when the Chief though busy with the Baraza noticed me and sent an emissary running over insisting that I join the Baraza. I strolled over to the Baraza which was being held under a “N’gou” tree where 500 or so vil