Someone help the Chief Likoni gain the pride of his office
The location is the Chief’s office Likoni. The time is 11.00a.m. The sweltering Mombasa heat makes you feel like you want to go topless. *wink. Being a Monday, a crowd has already built at the office waiting to be served by the Chief. And he does not disappoint. His office keeps spitting out client after client. However, the number of service seekers doesn’t seem to dwindle and are increasing by the minute. When it is my turn to be served, I cheerfully greet the chief who responds with an air of indifference. He already looks tired. He momentarily puts his hands behind his head and yawns. Behind him is an open window from where not less than three metres away is a roadside hotel. Whenever the lazy wind changes it direction, smoke mixed with the smell of chapatti wafts into the Chief’s office distracting his attention. His office, a residential house turned office must be the most uninspiring place to work in. The last time it saw a coat of paint must have been when it was occupi...