Dispatch from Mombasa

You can call me a coward if you want but fact is after what I went through at the hands of Njoroge, I have never had the will and strength to fight. After witnessing too many street and bar brawls I am reminded of my experiences with Njoroge and which made me never to bring, lay or point a finger at anyone’s face. Well, Njoroge was the village bully, the kind of a bad guy who has all the negative qualities found in a bad child heaped on him. He had even been remanded in a juvenile prison because of his exploits and after he was convicted of stealing mandazi from Morris' Hotel popularly corrupted to   Mkawa wa Molethi . He was so feared among boys in the village more so because he had a head that seemed bigger than the rest of his body. His eyes were ever bloodshot and his broad nose added to his menacing look. Njoroge was also a known thief and local residents of Sokoro did not have to look for answers far and wide when a shop was broken into and mandazi had made a disap