As the faces of his colleagues turned green with spite at every word David Murathe said on Thursday, Baby Owino, sorry, Babu Owino, could not hide his excitement.
The mhesh for Embakasi East sat restlessly, constantly adjusting his minute frame on the stout leather seat that cost Wanjiku one of her kidneys. His fingers lingered around his face, pulling his mask up and down depending on his prevailing mood.