The sack(gunia) Part 2

We are in this confined room it kind of smells funny, no windows, air vents and I can barely see a thing. I have no clue how I got here in the first place. Ooooh it hits me I do remember I was being canned in a city council van, no wounded my whole boy aches.

Now we like five people in here(those I can see) and asks "tuko wapi?" One guys says "kwa shimo" (I pretend to understand and keep silent I mean I got injuries to nurse)

Later on I come to discover we were in cell Owned by the city council. Am charged with harkwing with malicious intend (whatever that means). The fine is 10k+vat, I had 537 shilings which has been taken and used as consultation fee (as per my thinking. They never gave me a proper explanation.)

"My sack?", I ask. They all burst into uncontrolled laughter which made me wonder if they suffer from some kind of mental disability, then one guy in a rude rough voice vomits "kijana unataka tukufunze kuishi naiobi?" Didn't know whether that was rhetorical or it was a question they actually wanted me to answer.

I was manhandled back to my 'cell' with conditions that when i fell like talking i call them, Which even got me more confused coz was I barking or something?

As I was nursing my injuries on the cold, dirty, wet floor my head was spinning in circles trying to remember who I know in the government and surprising enough there is none.(apart from this dude who did run for an MCA seat and lost at the nomination due to the fact that we did not show up on the election day.).

There is no one influential that i do know that I can use against then. (Apart from my dad who is well know in the village in which case it ain't helping now.)

I plead to the general public to pass by and bail me out and also come with snacks am as hungry AF.

My mpesa number is 0700...........

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