The man who has united Kenyans. Made Kenyans cry. Made Kenyans bitter. Exposed the police force. He even made a judge who is supposed to be stoic recite Bible verses that I will quote at the end. The heartbreak reverberated in the entire country. His father’s tears were too much for Kenyans to bear, they took to the streets, filled with righteous indignation.
I have been to Central Police Station once , to get an abstract. The place has a very dark aura. I didn’t get the abstract after the police man upstairs told me to bring my car that had been in an accident so that my insurance could pay the two cars I hit. My intuition told me not to bring the car. The way the police man said it made me fear. I’ve never really feared the police.Being a woman I listen to my intuition. ALOT. I paid rather than go back to Central Police Station. I’ve been to a few police stations, Spring Valley, Parklands and a few others,Central is the mother. Trust me!
So I listened to a call between Albert and the last person he spoke to. I realised that he’d never been to a police station before that day. He even asked if he would be safe. Imagine your first and last visits to a police cell. Then imagine torturing a healthy adult male until he dies. How hard is that? All I can say is that it’s alot of work especially if you are only using your hands, he’s not bleeding to death, he’s not drowning, just your hands and maybe one hit with a blunt object. It’s unimaginable! The man’s face was unrecognisable. He looked like a different person.
Today a police car was behind me, I kept looking back, I couldn’t overtake without signaling. I didn’t want trouble with them. I see the police differently now. Whenever I see a police car that looks like the one that took Albert’s body to Mbagathi, I wonder what is in the back. I have realised that the police are not like you and I. Infact I remember once their car hit me because I was slowing them down. It was intentional. It was meant to say, we are police and you are not.
The hard truth is that after this, I bet very few Kenyans will ever see the police in the same way again. The little faith we had in them is gone. A message has been sent to the Kenyan youth, if you try to stand in our way, we will pick you from your own mother’s bossom. Give your dad our numbers, follow procedure and then torture you to death in the middle of the night like the ruthless people we were trained to be.
I don’t even believe that Albert wrote those stories about Lagat. His personality and even profession don’t gel with the type of person who would be that daring and persistent. Kevin Moinde who sent the DCI to him seems more suited for such a role and he could have received both the information and the payment covertly from Lagat’s nemesis whom he tried to ‘kill’ with biological weapons Riggy G.
What I wouldn’t give to watch the events of that night. To see the animals behind the so called disciplined forces uniform and badges like a werewolf on a full moon. It’d make for an amazing thriller. Well, here is the thing, we will never really know what happened that night. That’s the kind of power the police wield! The power to deceive an entire nation. Blood money. Secrets! A conspiracy of silence.The power to defeat the truth. Heart stopping deception. Even Satan, the father of lies, would be baffled.
I have a male friend with a shop and he once told that he wants nothing to do with the men in uniform and that he’d never even entertain friendship with them. But aren’t they just people like us? I asked him? He just repeated what he said, without explaining, I wouldn’t want anything to do with those people. Today I can comprehend what he meant in ways words can’t explain.He’s an extremely wise man. He’s seen life. Some things he tells me are just mind blowing epiphanies. Bloody hands aren’t worth shaking.
I remember reading somewhere about a guy who went to Kiganjo. His sister said that after that he was never the same person again,it’s like they replaced her brother with someone else. I wouldn’t say that there’s absolutely no good people in the ‘force’ poor, or that they don’t have moments of goodness. I’d say, that the environment over there doesn’t make it easy.
May his soul rest in peace. May his memory be a blessing.May his family be comforted. May God be the Judge because He understands the torture to death of His only begotten Son. I’ve never been so moved by an injustice as I have with this one. Especially after I heard his voice asking his friend if he would be safe. He sounded like an only child, very sheltered and innocent. At least his suffering ended. There’s nothing that will not come to an end except hell and paradise.His suffering ended. God gave Albert the ultimate healing.A permanent end to his suffering.
Here is the verse the judge who spoke about Albert recited
1 Thessalonians 4
The Comfort of Christ’s Coming
13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen [b]asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who [c]sleep in Jesus.
15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are [d]asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. 18 Therefore comfort one another with these words.
There’s heroes and there’s legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.
