Hold onto your seats, worst is yet to come

The man stopped me as I walked down the street recently. “Aye nunua saa mzuri,” he said in that familiar Somali salute. I waved my hand to signal disinterest in his wares. From my quick scan, I saw in his hand what I thought was a genuine Rolex watch.

Most of us distrust hawkers hectoring you in the streets. Not for nothing, but because for most of us, the streets are wild. It is the ground zero of all what has gone wrong with society, not just because of the fake merchandise being peddled there. The con-games and the swindling, the fake doctors, the fake exams, the fake lawyers, the fake engineers all traffic their trade out in the streets.