The bright chaps at Kenya Airways, our beloved airline that trumps itself as "the pride of Africa," have devised clever ways of keeping us healthy. They do not do this by feeding us properly but by keeping us on the run.
In my recent travels, my online check-in said Terminal 1A was my departure, but I and all other passengers were verbally redirected to Terminal 1B. In this ping-pong, gathering bags and running along, I hurt my back. I guess when one slouches towards old age, bones get brittle.