It is late Saturday afternoon and Geoffrey Mong’are leans on the wall near an open gate at one of the houses he manages in Telaviv area in Embakasi, Nairobi. Wearing a black rain coat, mud-stained gumboots and a faded black cap, Mong’are takes out his phone and makes a call.
“Hello. Wanaenda. Wacha waende tu (They are leaving. Just let them go),” he says, and then looks at the lady, who with the help of a cart puller, is busy loading items onto the carrier parked beside the gate.