Night Visitors
The last time I woke up to a soldier at the foot of my bed was in the early eighties. I remember that night like it was yesterday…the night my one-day old red blanket my Dad had just brought from Nairobi was stripped off me...forever leaving me scarred…(https://www.facebook.com/100064126593718/posts/pfbid0FRaqF9xurxdQpUJhP1EWT9uMpaeM9KMCiCZhX5Za8LV4JFzztbMjdfcUEukQpzoGl/?app=fbl) The next time this happened was last night…This time it wasn’t soldiers on an side mission to plunder but an officer, brandishing a stick….i shared thus👇🏿 Hasn't some Afande just budged into our room brandishing those sticks cattle keepers keep, claiming we took his bags....that we should give him his bags...he left his bags in here (opening up the wardrobes and pointing...) Just imagine 4 guys entering the room....the shouting afande, another short bloke in a similar blue Kaunda suit, another quiet agent and a member of staff materializing out of your dreams at 3 a.m. with a whole bunch of claims!!...