The men in tight khaki

This morning a police officer in tight khaki and shiny Ray Ban (not the common pirate Ray Bao ones) waved my car off Chole Road.

'How can you drive without a driver's licence?', he embarked on the conversation.

Well, that's a nice start, isn't it?!

Everytime this happens, everytime a police officer asks me a completely far our question, the irony lies ready on my tongue. I tell you, I was close to put on a broad smile and answer:

'I thought I could do anything in this country as long as I have money?!'

or

'Why do I need a driver's licence when it appears as if the majority don't?!'

But I didn't.

The Tanzanian police officers after all still leave me with the impression that they don't ask these questions for fun but for way more serious reasons. 

I have to admit though that I have never met an African police officer who scared me more than the Croatian police officers whom I met in Bosnia in February 1997 while driving a car with Bosnian registration plates out of its normal territory. Back there driver's licence was not even an issue.