The sins of our times: So today I go to Industrial Area police station to deliver a parcel to a cop pal of mine who works there. First sign that it is no longer business as usual is the locked gate and behind it an armed policeman standing guard. My friend is out on patrol and I ask his colleague to accept the parcel on his behalf. She agrees but only after calling my pal and confirming that he indeed knows me. Then for good measure the gracious lady insists that I open the parcel before leaving. Hatutaki kuwachiwa bomb, she tells me. I readily oblige....
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 11:38:34 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015