When ruling class turns into trigger happy political Mafia, no one is safe, even them

Picture this scene at a nightspot in Nairobi. A boss and his associates stand around a table. Music pumps against a background of colourful lights. It is the make-believe world of a club where, for a few hours, people forget the world outside and its problems. Then the boss brandishes a gun at someone standing in the periphery of his circle of associates. He fires. The victim falls.

The firing is executed almost disdainfully, with a flick of the wrist, without aiming, the gun held the unorthodox way, its flat side parallel to the ground, a style mythologised in Hollywood B-class gangster movies. The action and attitude are similar to those of someone swatting at a pesky fly with a flywhisk.