Sunday, November 8, 2009

The butcher of Naivasha

Can somebody please ensure that Tom Cholmondeley never comes near a gun again? If not for the poor residents of Naivasha, who currently serve as shooting practice for the aristocrat, then surely for his own sake.

Next time he gets himself into trouble, it won’t be another five-month joyride in Kamiti or an easy prison life playing with computers. Not even a nolle prosequi from Smiling Wako will save him, I suspect.

Despite the aristocratic airs he projected in court, it’s impossible since his trial to erase a sense that he is a phony, at least going by the way he very deliberately tried to fix blame on the Njoya killing to a very close friend of his, rally driver Carl Tundo.

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