“I reported for my night-watching duties at my new boss’ sprawling residential home in the up-market Green view Estate every evening at six and handed over to the day watchman at six in the morning. Assured of an increased income, I had earlier rented a bed-sitter in the Wajir slums. It was this place that I normally retired to at six-thirty, slept through to around seven-thirty and started off for the hotel at eight sharp.
“What I am going to tell you now might sound like a fairy tale, but believe me you, it is a true story. Three months into my new job, I happened to stumble on something that changed my life forever. One day after my usual morning rest, I left my cubicle for the bus stage to get transport for the fifteen minutes’ ride to the hotel. As I hurried along a narrow alley I sa
