Of low-trust society and why fakes will be the death of us

“Unataka genuine ama hiyo ingine?” In genuine innocence, the mechanic was giving me the options of what was on offer to fix my car. What a startling confession, I thought to myself. I asked him what the difference between the two was. Of course, it was the cost and the quality.

My choice of genuine obviously gave me comfort, but just a little. For I wouldn’t know if the genuine was indeed genuine. I bet even the mechanic wasn’t 100 per cent sure. But isn’t that our daily portion in this part of the world?