By JOAN BARSULAI
I found Samuel Indika, eleven, and Morgan Joshua, 13, a few weeks ago at a corner near the Nairobi Railway Station. It was a cold and wet Sunday evening and the boys were huddled together, dressed in light clothing but with no shoes. They were dead asleep on the cold hard pavement atop a small-flattened carton box that could barely fit them both. All they had for cover were light tattered manila sacks, which they later told me they had picked up from Muthurwa market.