State Terror : Murder Most Foul ; The Bolivarian Ambassador of The Venezuelian Republic to Kenya : Comparisons, Contrasts and Inferences.

My dear readers, I would like to state categorically that the systematic discrimination / stigmatization that I have been facing is organized along party lines spear-headed by non other than the sectarian wing of The Orange Democratic Movement { of The Prime Minister } of The coalition government of The Republic of Kenya. I am now going to entail a description of the sequence of the tactics used and then leave you virtual s to make your own verdicts.
I am obliged to begin with the organized crimes involving muggings, break-ins and robberies that I underwent in Mombasa in the supposedly security secure district along the Kenya Navy Barracks. I was then hired as a casual laborer in a grain bulk facility connected to the port of Mombasa and the majority of my fellow workmates were extreme adherents of the ODM party. The open systematic discrimination I witnessed there accrued from the fact that I was an open democratic supporter of the other half of the coalition; The Party of National Unity { PNU }. My trauma started when my work-shifts were changed to night time and by the time I finished work, crossed the ferry, boarded the public means of transport and alighted at The Navy Barracks Quarters, it was usually heading well past mid-night.
The first time the two thugs armed with large swords the type used to chop trees took me by surprise albeit military style cause their attack was mathematically precise and I didn't catch a whiff of the air as one of them jumped on to my neck from behind while the other went on to ransack my pockets as quickly as they could. I could tell the arms around my neck were trained arms not withstanding the bulk muscles as I struggled for air and at the same time to stop the damn ransack er but to no avail. I had money in my back pocket which they didn't bother to search all they wanted was my mobile phone { some petty sumsung model }and after I gave-in and slumped to the ground, they took-off as swiftly as they had come. My attempts to follow on their heels were thwarted by the menacing look of their sharp swords with which they threateningly swerved towards me as they made good their escape against the lime-light of the moon. Mind you, I was shouting at the top of my voice as I at first attempted to pursue them before I gave-up; after all life is worth much more than a mobile phone which can be replaced.

The second mugging came several weeks later as I came from work using the another route from the main road after alighting at the road side. I had now adopted the counter-strategy of looking at all the compass directions as I headed home every night from my work place. This time around the muggers were typically arrogant as the made their attack almost in the full beam light of the moon just after I thought I had  made good my surveillance and had just made a corner around the last compound fence and passing a late-night gathering which made think I was now secure. They pounced on me and a repeat of the mugging procedure with all the mathematical military preciseness. Again they took no money other than the mobile phone and their long knives prevented any attempt on my part to pursue them. The gathering only watched albeit with feigned surprise and nothing more.

The Bolivarian Ambassador of The Venezuelian Republic to Kenya was recently murdered via strangling in her private official residence in Runda Nairobi, one Mrs. Olga Francesca with her hands cuffed from behind and it reminded me of the precise mathematical exactness of what had happened to me. Logistics, I will expound more later virtual s.