BEHIND CLOSED DOORS OF THE "MWENDA ZIMU"
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS OF THE “MWENDA ZIMU/MAD MAN” Your fresh attire and cologne can’t give enough of the people on the sidewalks of the Nairobi CBD, a break from sneaking in, a turn, to look back at who just passed. Even the mama mboga (grocery business lady vendor) is surprised who you’re going to meet. The lady you’ve reserved a table for, is with no doubt going to melt even when you step into the doors of the Java or if you’re an exotic guy, Ocean Basket or whichever new cuisine spot, has recently been popped up in the leafy suburbs, because, you are that much cultured of a man. Suddenly there’s this chatter from across the road, in the silence of the walk towards the restaurant. The stench of waste is not to be missed even from that dog being walked by a rich fellow on the well paved road. Were your plans to be that suave and dapper guy, just a dream you had last night? To your surprise, all this, is, only from one fellow, adorned in torn clothes, bags of rubbish and seemed t