Central Bank of Kenya (CBK) boss Patrick Njoroge on Saturday, October 24 responded to questions on his uncanny resemblance to former Guinea Prime Minister Cellou Dalein Diallo.
With Diallo making international headlines for disputing the results of the October 18 poll and declaring himself the rightful winner, hawk-eyed Kenyans pointed out how the glass-wearing Diallo looked eerily similar to the CBK Governor.
Citing the different shape of their ears, Njoroge dismissed the question but went on to reveal more of his look-alikes, among them his Rwandan Central Bank counterpart and his cousin.
One could understand why Njoroge might get confused for Rwandan Central Bank Governor John Rwangombwa, but it is his resemblance to his cousin that raised eyebrows.
As Njoroge revealed in his narration, his cousin was once arrésted among several others in a city-bound matatu, before his resemblance to the Governor saved him.
Picked up for standing in a crowded matatu, Njoroge’s cousin was released at the police station after the Officer Commanding Station (OCS) mistook him for the Governor
“I was a few months into this job, with stories swirling around about my personal affairs and lifestyle, and much speculation to boot. On this particular day my cousin had some business to conduct in Nairobi’s CBD. He parked his car in the Ngara area and caught a matatu into town.
The mat was full, but he decided to be a “standing passenger” for the short journey. He forgot that the police had recently begun dealing aggressively with “standing passengers” and as fate would have it, they were nabbed a few moments later.
Suffices to say that a group of these offenders formed quickly, and were a sorry sight as they were bundled into a mariamu( a police lorry) , handcuffed in pairs. My cousin did not utter a word of protest and was completely compliant. Others protested loudly, in vain as the police meant business.
The mariamu brought the unhappy lot to a police station (I don’t remember which) where they disembarked untidily in full view of the OCS, who undoubtedly was surveying the catch. Suddenly his eyes fixed on my cousin, for several long seconds, his mind searching for something.
I was a few months into this job, with stories swirling around about my personal affairs and lifestyle, and much speculation to boot. On this particular day my cousin had some business to conduct in Nairobi’s CBD. He parked his car in the Ngara area and caught a matatu into town.
The mat was full, but he decided to be a “standing passenger” for the short journey. He forgot that the police had recently begun dealing aggressively with “standing passengers” and as fate would have it, they were nabbed a few moments later.
Suffices to say that a group of these offenders formed quickly, and were a sorry sight as they were bundled into a mariamu( a police lorry) , handcuffed in pairs. My cousin did not utter a word of protest and was completely compliant. Others protested loudly, in vain as the police meant business.
The mariamu brought the unhappy lot to a police station (I don’t remember which) where they disembarked untidily in full view of the OCS, who undoubtedly was surveying the catch. Suddenly his eyes fixed on my cousin, for several long seconds, his mind searching for something.“
