You are walking northwards past Elimu Co-operative House on Tom Mboya Street. A brief scuffle erupts with the sudden swiftness of David Rubadiri's famous poem, 'An African Thunderstorm'. You hurriedly give way. Shoulders and arms brush past you, hawkers fleeing into the small cracks of the city streets sacks on their weary backs. City Council askaris stand dazed by their own loss.