Men, it’s your fault she's fat

I was walking across the streets of Nairobi under the scotching sun. I tread past Moi Avenue Primary and notice people lying down on Kidero grass on the other side of the road (Jeevanjee gardens) and I opt to cross the road and shelter my head from the merciless solar.
I find my way to the garden and see fairly scattered groups of people (like those we formed in school to discuss chemistry). My nosy nature won't let me be at peace...curiosity literary killed me. 

I remember one day I overheard that a catholic nun in my home area had been car jacked only for her to see me and claim that I looked like one of those thieves. I never learn (never mind what happened to me).
I drag my feet to one of the many groups and find out it’s not intriguing as they are discussing about politics and the fact that they were trying to imitate the national assembly makes it boring. They even have a "speaker" who keeps interjecting order (bunge la mwananchi). Things joblessness can make you do.