Let It Rain
By Wanjiku Kimani Like cats, Nairobians are extremely averse to the rain. With even the lightest drizzle, they can be seen scurrying hither and thither looking for shelter as if afraid of melting. A bloom of umbrellas appears and street vendors magically start selling them too. “Mia mbili! Mia mbili!” they shout as pedestrians shove to purchase one. Any shop front with an overhead cover becomes a stopover point with worried faces peering at the stormy sky. Once in a while, a brave soul might dash into the wet to the next shop front thus making their way cautiously to their respective bus stops. At the stage, you also find chaos with more pushing and shoving in the mad dash to find a seat in the few remaining matatus. The more aggressive passengers can even be seen pulling people by the hair – a fact which I can personally attest to. There is also the danger of being pick-pocketed. With so many bodies packed together, it’s easy for a slippery hand to sneak in and out without one