I love cross border travel. One of my frequent destinations is Rwanda. Kigali, that beautiful, serene city cradled by hills is my Mecca. A visit to the genocide memorial site is always the highlight. It is my grounding place. The place for reflection where I set my heart and priorities right. Underneath the serenity of that beautiful city lies a remainder of how far down a people can fall when ideals, feelings and convictions are left unchecked.
Fast forward to Monday morning. Commuting along Mombasa Road, my eyes caught sight of something that is stilling haunting me. A man lay on the ground, motionless, covered by a leso. What attracted me to notice the body were two heavily armed officers in camouflage. Watchful. Alert. They seemed out of place standing there.