MY STORY
does this ball belong to?” Being a
gentleman, I was quick to admit that
it was mine. Terrible mistake. The
cops grabbed me, hands held behind
my back, walked me through the
fence straight to the “scene of crime”.
There we saw a police car which had
veered off the road and now lying
in a ditch. As we approached the
car, I saw a ‘bullet-like’ hole in the
windscreen with a person seated in
the co-driver’s seat almost frozen!
Luckily, he was not hurt but was in
deep shock as the ball had missed
him by a whisker. He happened to
be a senior officer at Kiambu Police
Station, as we learnt later.
We were hurriedly taken to the
police station where I was charged
for “attempting to shoot a senior
police officer”. So for being a Sniper,
I was bundled into a cell. My efforts
to explain what had transpired fell on
deaf ears!
distance along the main road there is
a church.
After the routine practice swing, I
smacked the ball with a vicious slice,
flying high over the trees and on to
the road. We heard a loud screech
of car brakes followed by a bang!
Trouble. My heart sank, as something
inside told me I had hit an on-coming
car. There was pandemonium.
Activity on the road came to a
standstill as pedestrians rushed to
the scene to catch a glimpse of this
strange occurrence.
“Don’t worry, just hit another ball,
that’s declared lost,” my brother
encouraged me. I pulled another ball
from my pocket and teed up. Panic-
stricken, I hit an identical shot ...
same vicious slice over the trees, on
to the road.
No need to play again, we all started
walking towards the fairway. Halfway
down to where our opponents’ golf
balls lay perfectly on the fairway,
three plain clothed policemen walked
on to the course through the fence.
With a Pinnacle ball in his hand, one
of the Cops harshly asked; “Who
My three playing partners dashed to
the club and fetched the manager.
After a lot of persuasion, I was set
free, though my “dangerous” golf
club and the “guilty” golf ball were
detained as exhibits. This was after
recording a lengthy statement and
accepting to repair the police car.
The Rest is a story for another day…
To-date I have nightmares of this
day, but I thank the Lord for it didn’t
turn out to be fatal. I still struggle to
understand why the ball chose this
particular strange and dangerous
target. But thanks to golf, I was
momentarily declared an armed and
dangerous criminal.
Ajay.