Quietly tucked away from the rush of human traffic on Moi Avenue sits Florida Kendi, a 22-year-old female hawker. Seated on the pavement, it is easy to miss her except for her mat and leso with handkerchiefs and face towels. Standing close to her is a small girl playing with her dress - Kendi’s one-year-old daughter.
But Kendi is not bothered by the girl, instead her eyes are darting left and right. Shortly after I introduce myself, she grabs her mat with the wares, shoves it in a backpack that has all along been carelessly draped over her shoulder. Grabbing her daughter, she melts into the crowd.