Leafy suburbs ain't really 'leafy'

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Last week, my friend Sharon and I were invited to a baby shower somewhere in the leafy suburbs of Nairobi... I mean one of those hoods where you meet women in twos, at most threes, walking their chihuahuas and Japanese spitzs and scooping ice-cream from bowls past their red lips into their mouths as they catch up on various issues.

For Sharon and I who have been born and brought up somewhere in the heart of Komayole, this was a sight to behold. The closest we ever got to such was from watching movies that we took on credit from our local vendor who has since banned us from his shop.