C'mon, America, this ain't no way to treat major non-Nato ally

While I still had a Press card that said my designation was Head of This or the Other, I'd submit a visa application over a cup of coffee at the embassy's air-conditioned offices in Gigiri or discuss impending trips at the ambassador's well-kept lawns in Muthaiga, having wine and cheese. Not that I could stomach either the cheese or the wine, but I kept a straight face.

So, it was refreshing, even revelatory, to experience life as an ordinary Kenyan, mnyama mdogo, as our people say to rationalise their powerlessness, in the face of a complex US bureaucracy.