There are people designed to make others discover that the saying ‘security starts with you’ should never be taken lightly.

Is there a story unfolding in your community? Let Hivisasa know

If you ask me, always ensure that I am as alert as the law of the jungle allows and my mouth remains shut because you never know when they will throw ‘michele’ down your throat and as you lose your conscience, they will be giving you the kind of first aid that targets your shallow pockets.

Apparently, most streets are littered with men and women who decided long time ago that they will only earn their daily bread by being ‘too smart’.

They find waking up at dawn, rushing to Gikomba or Ukulima markets to buy wares which they can later sell at a profit too boring.

I mean those who decided that they are too intelligent to earn their living by honest means.

I thought I had had enough crooks until I met this old man, probably in his mid-fifties, in town. He wanted me to show him Adekazakstan Hospital or something like that.

Now there is no hospital like that in Kenya, my sixth sense informed me. My sixth sense went ahead to tell me that the old man was actually up to no good.

I told myself that since he was alone and I was keen enough to keep distance as we ‘go about’ finding that hospital with a mysterious name, nothing would go wrong in such a particularly broad daylight.

Then from the blues, another withered old man happened to pass by. My companion greeted him and asked about the same hospital and before he could even finish he said he knew it, but he was in a hurry and could only give direction so that the ‘young man’ could take him there.

The two were accomplices alright and I was not in the right mood to find out what would happen next should I follow the directions being promised.

So, I quietly excused myself and left. But as I walked away I kept asking myself what these old men told their families in the evening when they were ‘from work’ if at all they have families.

And just in case, God forbid, they suffer from stroke or something and they have to be hounded back to the villages they came from, will they look at their villagers in the eye and tell them that they were busy chasing wind in a far city called Nairobi their entire lives?