I sat quietly behind my typewriter. I had been scratching my head for close to half an hour trying to get an intro to my feature article on insecurity in Kenya's northeastern province. My colleague Muasya joked that I should get a shot of brandy to wake up my 'sleepy head'. I was just about to rise from my seat and take a walk within the office compound when four policemen walked in. Armed with G3 rifles, they entered the Kenya News Agency offices and without uttering a word handcuffed me.
My protests earned me a brutal punch that almost broke my nose. Bleeding profusely, I was pushed into the back seat of a Land Rover and driven away. Terror gripped me. My head was reeling. Kenya was then in the grip of authoritarian single party rule. Being arrested was an ominous sign. Your corpse could end up in a river or sewer. You could vanish without trace. Many had been arrested never to be seen again.