By Daily Nation
As I write this, I am covered with dust up to my eyebrows, and each time I cough, a little dust escapes from my mouth.
I have just come from River Road, where I have spent about 45 minutes looking for a red or green ribbon.
If you haven’t been to River Road lately, the streets that side of Nairobi is akin to a shamba, thanks to the ankle-length dust that characterizes the roads and pavements.
I had hoped to get the ribbon in the two supermarkets near my place of work, but none stocked the type that had been specified in my son’s school diary. ‘Small ribbons (red or green)’, the note from the teacher had read.
I knew where I had to go to get the elusive ribbon, but I was hesitant to extend my hunt to River Road because I have seen some bad things happen to people down there, the same place where my bag was recently slashed by a thief in the hope that the contents would spill out.
