THE LAW : Prosecuting Raila : Ex-Treason Convict and Serial Ritual Psychopath Murderer.

Hi everybody this is a continuation of yesterdays submissions. Well, the counting whistle goes every 20 or so minutes whereby everybody wakes-up,is required to sit in a frog-jump posture to make room for eveybody's counting,with arms clasped around the knees in rows/files. Old worn-out blankets and sacks serve as beddings on which one lies squeezed either back-to-back or front-to-front and the squezzing is so tight the remandees squel and howl in pain with evey turn and twist out bursting into yells which always threaten to mutate into fist fights with those one is lying in between brought about by the pull and push,stretch and struggle,tear and wear before anybody can manage to turn either to the left or to the right/hand-side;it's basically a juggernaut affair and just when one starts to get a wink of sleep again under these very cruel beastly circumstances,the whistle to count and confirm numbers goes-off allover again and the detainees have to also start allover again. You can't help waking in the morning aching allover your body having been hobbled-up and squeezed like sacks of potatoes or better still,more appropriately like herd of cattles beeing taken for a dip by their barbaric/savage shepherds. Breakfast composed of gravel/porridge is served at around 1000hours and temporary remandees or those caught unawares have to wait for the others/jailbirds to borrow their utensils.Let me tell you something my very Lords and aladies :from the unhygienic,crowded,stinking and dirty conditions, I swear you wouldn't put anything in your mouth the first day especially if you hope to be done in a day or two;and so didn't I. The last meal I'd had was at arrest lunchtime on 07/06/2012;I skipped the 8th,June 2012 as well and was only compelled by hunger pangs and fading hopes of bail/redemption/freedom to put something in my mouth on the 9th/06/2012;after such an event one begins to observe the meal times all by themgoodselves.A hunger strike to standardize conditions is unthinkable in Kenyan prisons,nobody would notice,let alone give a damn! Water is rationed and scrambled for at specific given times and if a newcomer is lucky,they may borrow a container before rationing time's over whereby one would then go on to preferrably bath in the open remand-cell compound [where they have a hall for church-goers] or choose to bear the stench from the dirty stinking batrooms.Lunch's either boiled cabbages/kale/beans soup of which you can count the leaves which never exceed 4 or 5 stripes anyway and/or 30 grains of beans. Super's composed of the same and is served early at around 1800hours whereafter you are ushered into the remand cells to start roast.The guards in conjunction with longterm remandees who have nothing to loose can choose to selectively be very provocative just so as to tempt one to engage in an exchange of name-callings or fist fights which would only go to serve their thinly-veiled interests to spiral an unsespecting detainee further down the the abyss of endless charges and accusations and incarcerations and solitary confinements. Indeed I witnessed just such a scenario where a fighting pair were hand-cuffed right within from the cells and frog-marched for further interrogations and counter-measures including the ones mentioned above. I managed to hold to my cool all along amidst the unberable circumstances hoping not to be diswayed to any more bit of that hellfire which is Shimo prisons. This is because I was observing care after becoming more concious and aware of the gigantic magnitude of the serial workings of O.D.M.'s kingdom secret society membership. My shoes and bic pen had been stolen the very 1st day thanks to the ingenuity of the guards working in collusion with jailbirds/longterm remandees to swinndle newcomers of anything worth a cent or barter trade within the prison precincts. Thus I was barefoot on bail day, the 11th of June 2012 at around 1400hours. Ikenya and Swaleh, the municipal cops were the ones assigned that duty and they paid a bail of KSHS 1,000,smiling with glee for they expected anybody to be gratefull after doing time in such a plethora of an abyss. Barefoot accompanied by the 2 municipal cops, we boareded a 'matatu' [ a public transport vehicle ] all the way to 'markiti,' a colonial colliqual loosely translated for market, took a 'tuk-tuk' to the Municipal Court where I was sat to wait for Ikenya and Swaleh in collusion with the court officials to go through the process of illegally reversing/clearing the initially framed charges whereby I was duly,honestly surprised at the scorn and arrogance the municipal and court officers went about the matter,i.e. by simply tearing and shredding the charge sheets right before my very widening-unbelieving-eyes by then just so to brag on me of how they are powerful vested with the privilege to give and take life/rights/freedom at their pleasure, and every whim,beck and call. Later, logistics.