I am terrified of the police. If I lose my life, naturally or otherwise, I hope the void is really an empty space where I will never have to interact with a human law enforcement agent again. Anytime I see a uniformed man or woman, I grow vigilant and almost always think, “Fuck the police!” I understand they are someone else’s mother or father, uncle or auntie, a niece or nephew, a husband, a wife, a lover, but the Kenyan police have also been someone’s killer; murderers.