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

Hi everybody.I beg to continue, my Lords and Ladies. The 'mother of the family of my siblings' was waiting at The Mombasa Municipal Courts when we arrived,being the sanctioned covert/subvert under-hand of Raila's secret society membership, and together with the court's magistrate clerks/officers they colluded and decided to get me a pair of trousers/shirts for the forced journey/deportation to ancestral Lake Victoria Luo Nyanza, Raila's home-turf and strong-hold to get that something/jinn removed [as a condition] in exchange for a life-line fixed-income job/mode of subsistence as per their wishful desires. Thus, apparently, I gathered that it would then seem that the initial Mombasa Jomvu shaman had not been successful in removing the alleged jinn and so their witches club was still seeing and sensing that jinn[something]. The journey was set for the following day and Ikenya the municipal cop gleefully again gave me an option of choosing to spend the night at central police station cells,Mombasa subjecting me to plea for the freedom of spending the night somewhere else rather decent,say in his verandah or store if he had either in his premises promising to be a good detainee and behave like a disciplined slave-captive who'd had the privilege to visit the inside of the bewildering Shimo prisons,courtesy of his Raila zeal/sycophancy. That I would behave my bestowed status and wouldn't attempt any escape making it clear I wouldn't like a repeat.I was granted the request/privilege but as a detainee was still humiliated to be walked/frog-matched bare foot all the way from the municipal courts to the open-air market of Mwembe Tayari to at least be purchased some slippers before boarding a matatu to Bamburi Frere Town the Ikenya's premises.He is now promoted after taking taekwondo lessons and extra cop training at Embakasi Administration Police Training College in Nairobi. This he prided to me long after he had traveled back to Mombasa over the cell phone. We arrived at his home close to 1900hours,had a meal,slept the night,took baths and even managed to attend a funeral fundraising in the village neighborhood whereby I had to accompany him lest I rescinded on my loyalty pledge and decided to make good an escape [I gathered that would have jeopardized his daily bread fixed-income job.] Come the D-day we woke-up early at around 0400hours,accompanied by two military fellows going back to work from leave, in the dark of the night before dawn whilst the whole village/location was still dead asleep except for a house or two here and there that had switched their lights on [probably for those going to business/work early]though they were still at pin-drop silence. We walked in files with either of the militants bringing the rear and I always somewhere in-between. For a moment,this scenario revoked memories of past political assassinations whereby the would be unsuspecting or fully consciously aware victims are abducted then announced to have disappeared in the National Broadcasting corporations and all the other media houses before their badly mutilated,tortured or decomposing bodies would be found in some thickets, bushes or forest....there are undoubtedly uncountable hide-outs to discard-off an assassinated/murdered body. It's an operation treated by its assailants like a zealous loyal employee would treat a business deadline target:i.e. to be met with precise mathematical astrology execution. No big deal just another bloody dirty job and after all,backs are covered,palms are oiled and thus nothing to worry about. My heart stopped beating for a while as these thoughts cruised through the contents of my skull. Why would somebody be arbitrarily arrested,remanded in prison then a day after bail as early as 0400hours in the pin-drop silence of the dark of the night,amidst slopes,thickets and bushes be accosted by 2 military personnel and one municipal cop whose brother is also a military personnel serving with the Kenya Navy with UNCLEAR,opaque motives and agendas? Well I chose to put my trust in the good Lord up above and my faith in the arrest and court hearing which had been done in public.Fortunately, everything turned out normal ,we all the 4 of us boarded a matatu and while the 2 military personnel alighted somewhere along the way,we, Ikenya and I proceeded all the way to their Tudor Municipal Training Headquarters where he put me hold with their operations manager while he went to work the morning session for the deportation was scheduled for 1500hours. Later, logistics.