Of Senate impasse and the poverty of thought

At Timboroa centre on the Eldoret-Nakuru highway lies two disused market blocks on both sides of the road. Motorists stop and hurriedly buy from the many fresh vegetable hawkers roaming around – they come cheaply.

Occasionally, traffic police use the markets as a holding ground for motorists caught speeding. It is where Ndung’u has sold me tasty roast maize for a while. “Leo unabeba fresh?” he asks before disappearing into the thickets and emerging with cabbages, carrots and potatoes plus of course fresh maize. It is strange that I usually buy without looking at what I am paying for. We settle on a price and off I go.