Why you should not let the world make you hard

A section of Muindi Mbingu Street in Nairobi

I have been conned a few times in Nairobi. And all those times, I was responding to someone’s plea for help. The most painful one was when I lost my first phone. A well-dressed man walked up to me as I was waiting for a bus home.

Looking very distressed, he asked if he could borrow my phone to talk to his wife who he had just found out had been rushed to the hospital. He reeled me in with what looked like unshed tears in his eyes.  And being a naïve little girl, I handed him my phone and whispered a silent prayer for his wife. As soon as it was out of my hands, he disappeared. And I was left at pains explaining to my father how I had lost my new phone.