WHY I SHALL NEVER QUIT SAGGING
“Wewe!  Jinga hii. Unafanya nini hapa?!  Nakuuliza, what are you doing  here?”.........That was a Kenyan administration police officer barking  questions at me on May 19, 2009, the very day I arrived in Nairobi  following my first field trip to South Sudan where I traveled to to  cover a seven-day peace conference in Bor.  That day, I touched down at Kenyatta Airport at around 2 o’clock,  boarded a taxi cab to the office as required by the organization policy.  I greeted colleagues and worked out a few petty assignments. About an  hour later, I rode home in another taxi. By then, I was staying at my  Cousin Bullen Achiek Ngong’s house at Ngara, about 3 kilometers north of  downtown.  I was so exhausted, so, I decided to take a shower in order to freshen  myself up. It was after I stepped out of the bathroom I remembered I had  no cologne. I had forgotten the only one I had in my hotel room at  Juba’s Hamza Inn.  Being a great lover of perfumes, I couldn’t resist going for another  ...