NAIROBI — They tell you ‘peace’, but you know you are living in a
warzone. You know it from the start; you’ve sensed it ever since you
were a very little boy or a girl. You wake up every morning, not
certain whether you will witness another dusk, whether you will
experience another sunrise.
A bullet can hit you at any moment while you are walking down the road.
If you are a woman, you can be ambushed and dragged into a dark back
alley or filthy shack along the way, then raped.
The police are very hard to find, and are hopelessly corrupt. You
prefer not to seek their ‘assistance’. You are really on your own: you
own no gun, you don’t belong to a gang, and you are extremely poor.
You are exposed.