The offer was made with the passion and conviction of an accomplished street preacher.

Pointing at a passing vehicle cruising on the road below the joint on Tom Mboya Street, he lowered his voice and intoned, ”I can get you that number plate. Printed in Kamiti, you know. The real stuff not the useless mabati from Kirinyaga Road.”

 

 

“What!” I gasped, leaning closer to study his unflinching eyes, as the conspirator’s friend laughed loudly.

“If you give the money now, my friend Tinga Mara here will make sure you have the number plates tomorrow at 9am,” he offered.

The announcement was boisterous and a number of clients accusatory stared at our table. River Road, the theatre of scams by budding and established criminals, was just a stone’s throw away.

 

 

Now that the two agents of Nairobi’s underworld had my undivided attention, they raised their sales pitch, each complementing and embellishing the other’s outrageous accomplishments.

Without any provocation, Mara whipped out his phone, the old analogue type which criminals say is difficult to trace unlike the trendier smartphones. He exchanged pleasantries with the person on the other end of the line.

We overheard him mention Sh 15,000 and an affirmation that the deal could be sealed the following morning if he was given all the requirements…..Read the whole story on the Standard newspaper


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