Walking across the streets of Tom Mboya in Nairobi, I am caught in the middle of a fracas as suddenly everyone seems to be scampering for safety.
I am tempted to run but on second thoughts, I make a quick analysis of the situation and from a distance frantic calls of 'kanjo 'can be heard as the running continues. That's when I realise it is the warning call of the presence of a city askari nearby and therefore an urgent need for the street hawkers to run and save their merchandise.