At the compound where I lived in Nanyuki, we had a night guard which is called an askari in Swahili. He would stand outside for 12 hours a night in the cold air that comes from living on Mt. Kenya.
One day our askari was replaced by someone else. After inquiring of management, I found that he had been arrested for allegedly stealing a pair of pants and two Cokes. After about six months, I inquired again to find out what had become of the askari. I was shocked to hear that this poor man was still sitting in prison awaiting a court date!