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MY COUNTRY KENYA: It's on the equator, both the president and vice president have to appear before International Criminal Court at the Hague, starting Tuesday 10th September. In this country, when its citizens meet abroad, the first thing they ask each other is "which tribe do you belong to"?Its the country with 349 members of parliament each taking home a cool $10,000 monthly without paying tax and on top many, many freebies including Ksh. 400,000 pocket money to accompany William Ruto to Holland, a loan for a huge villa and SUV, while their policemen live with their families in round metal huts of 2m diameter in temperatures that can go way beyond 35 degrees Celsius and earn less than $250/month.In this country, drivers not only kill pedestrians and passengers and get away with it everyday, they also kill other drivers in traffic disputes without regard for law. In this country, governors slap their fellow female elected MP's in public, senators are walking around in bling-bling and drug barons are regarded as successful role models.I was born in this country, where the dead are forgotten and left behind for everybody wants to be associated with the powerful killer, society is chasing for money, and money is now the law. You can use it to buy women, babies, justice and power and the more you have, the more respect you get.If someone doesn't respect you, you hire killers, hire police criminal investigators, doctors who will conduct postmortems, They will fiddle with any documents forensic evidence and if the case gets to courts, files will disappear witnesses recant their testimony in memory loss or the officers involved die mysteriously. It happens all the time.This is Kenya, the country we love so much. No rule of law, no justice and no respect for human life.

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