Nairobi, Sept. 4 -- My friend broke his leg. He asked me to drive him to Umoja estate, Nairobi to see his aging uncle who has prostate cancer. I really didn't want to go. I mean, we might all get prostate cancer in old age and I didn't want to see how that looks like. But I went because, well, friendship. And come on, the guy has one leg. Who knows if I will have both of my legs next year?
He lives in one of those old Umoja houses with a wooden fence. His uncle was slumped in a makuti chair, basking. He didn't look like he had prostate cancer. Or even a common cold. He looked just like any old guy basking. He had white teeth and a big laugh. He was 76 but he looked better than those men in their 50s we see in bars squinting at their phones...