The guys with the AK47's do worry me, but as I have explained the are present to protect everyone. Sometimes in the City, in blue or camouflage. The latter blending well with the trees. Sometimes a lone policeman, sometimes with his gun off his shoulder. That's a scary sight, a machine gun balanced in one hand as someone walks through the streets. The checkpoint loomed in the distance, bugger, we were on the way to the Church. Some were let through, but not us. The policeman waved us off the road. We obliged, guns or no guns, who is going to argue? They will find some somewhere, Africans have mobile phones and two way radios. She looked the car up and down, she also checked us out. The policewoman was confident, she showed that she knew what she was doing. Checking the car details, the disk, the tyres. She smiled, and we were on our way.
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