to boast the morale of police officers is an issue that has confronted successive regimes and remains unresolved to date. Political will on this critical issue has been as minimal as ever and no government has demonstrated the tangible will and courage to clinch it and bring it to closure once and for all. The reality of police leaving in squalid conditions and being poorly remunerated is all too familiar rendering them susceptible to corruption. It is not an overstatement to state that terrorist could very well exploit this distressing reality by bribing the men in blue. A police service commission mired in incessant turf wars with the IG cannot deliver on its mandate with the efficacy required from it. Johnstone Kavuludi and Kimaiyo must therefore abandon their power struggles to lynch this monster.

The shameful attack on innocent worshippers at a Likoni church has seen, for the umpteenth time, the re-introduction of the state of security in our beloved country in national discourse. Such attacks are not new. Shocking of all is the morbid fascination of the perpetrating psychopaths targeting unarmed civilians in the most brutal of fashions.

ryone has a story to narrate.There is laughter and song.Glasses toast each topic.A TV screen tuned to an international satelite channel is showing the recent attacks at a local church in Likoni whose savagery,indiscriminately unleashed,claimed lives and injured scores of innocent worshippers.The attacks overshadows their conversation but the guests try to keep their spirits high and cheer again.They never thought that some of their friends would be dead today and that some of them would be victims of bungled attempts at their precious lives for raising their voices against religious fundamentalism.Five of them bear the scars of the nefarious attempts on different parts of their anatomy.Most conspicous are the bandages swaddling their heads to cover wounds sustained during a close shave with

experience travelling in one of the PSV buses plying route 45 left me angry and bitterly cursing the matatu industry.I exchanged strong words with the bus conductor after he reneged on the 40 shillings fare he had used to entice me into the empty bus.The fare suddenly changed to 60 bob.Convinced that the argument would lead to nowhere,I parted with the 60 bob,albeit,grudgingly.Other passengers dared not utter a word of protest and silently acquiesced in the outrageous conduct of this rude conductor.To add insult to injury,when the bus had just left the CBD,the driver turned up the volume of the music system full blast.I had no choice but to try to protect my eardrums by covering my ears with the palms of my hands.Perhaps convinced that he was beyond the reach of law enforcement officers,the driver increased the speed and soon we were moving at full tilt with the young man at the steering wheel bullying other road users by indiscriminately blasting the horn at them.The cowed road user

Three thieves were cornered by irate residents of Mwiki area- a surburb of Nairobi, after an attempt of breaking into a house whose owner had traveled, came to naught.