A while back, I wrote this post explaining how and why my legs turn to jelly every time I see a cop. A longer while back, I did another post detailing how I was once arrested by City Council officers in Dar. It happened at a VCT centre where they decided that I looked like a hawker. I had just come from a Buguruni shopping spree, and I admit I looked suspect. It took a relative from the Kenyan Embassy, some really bad Swahili, and a diplomatic number plate to get me out, but man, that was scary.
I was talking to some guys who live abroad, and I realised the idea of law enforcers is the same everywhere, and it’s worse if you’re in a foreign country. Continue reading