Nairobi; Kenya: The features editor at The Standard must have been desperately short-handed when, in 1981 or thereabouts, he assigned a potentially important story to a greenhorn still wet behind the ears.
“I want to buy you lunch,” Mugambi Karanja told me half jokingly, aware in those hungry days that the prospect of a free meal would get my attention in a way that even that of a big story would not have done.