Tete Mozambique – Pedro’s tiny boat dugout looks like a brown ant against the expansive blue backdrop of the lower Zambezi River. He is twenty years old and although his hair is black, fluffy and plenty, the weary lines around his brown eyes make him look like he was born in 1976 and not 1996.
Green and Innovative Solutions to Nairobi’s Transport Nightmare
Nairobi’s transport has arrived at a crossroads that is literally a life and death matter. To the left is Beijing with its skyscrapers and ocean of cars while to the right is Lamu Old Town with its actual ocean and hundreds of donkeys.
Christmas was only four days away now. The biggest street in Nairobi loudly communicated this fact to all and sundry. Juvi loved Moi Avenue, so he walked leisurely as he made his way to his brother’s workplace at Barclays Bank.
A few meters from a dusty path that leads towards Kakamega Forest in western Kenya lies a medium sized house whose rusty iron sheet roof glints softly in the late afternoon rain. A stone throw away from the craggy house stands an Elgon Teak tree, regal and replete in its natural splendor. Resting his head on the rugged bark of the tree is mzee Mumia, a seventy-seven year old man who has lived next to the forest for all his life. He is gazing expressionlessly at the African Grey Parrot that can be seen flying gently towards some nearby shrubs.
Arriving at customs on the Rwandan border I as always felt a slight trepidation handing over my dog-eared passport with an innocent smile, acutely aware that even if my visas are in order, I don’t look like a likely wrong-doer and I have committed no crimes, I am at the mercy of officials that have never met me and can refuse me entry if they see fit.